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Travis Scott, GloRilla - SHYNE (Lyrics)

Travis Scott, GloRilla - SHYNE (Lyrics): [Intro: Travis Scott, Bun B & Vybz Kartel] First time I went to Memphis They had, I think it was a two story club Th— only the downstairs was open and we lookin' down and— It was a moshpit, yeah Vybz Kartel, ah talk an' Remember, we ah rep fi Cactus Jack 'Member some bwoy, whack Ah we run di bomboclaat block Shyne, Shyne Shyne, what? What? Mm, what? Ayy, ayy Shyne, what? Shyne, what? Shyne, ayy Shyne, what? Ah, ayy Woah [Verse 1: Travis Scott] I done lost some Flintstones makin' bed rock (Makin' rock) At the shared block (Block), not the Fairmont ('Mont) Took some Dade County hoes to the Caribbean And they twins, and they thicker than the Clermonts On a John Deere tractor, playin' head hunt (Skrrt, skrrt) Tom Cruise, fuck your couch, I do my own stunts Three 6, a Gangsta Boo, she took a whole blunt (It's lit) This is that type of party, yay (Party) Ayy, hold up them Rollies and them Cartiers I still think a bustdown flyer, though, I bought it plain (Flyer) On this side, it's never dry, though, it barely rains (Dry) I be lookin' at the flames like we can do some things (It's lit) Burn, baby, burn, DJ table turns (Burn) You see them blunts in the ashtray, that's every opp we earned (Yeah) Ass fat, ain't got no panties on, I ain't got no words (Nah) Gold wing Mercedes Benz, way I switch and swerve (Skrrt) [Chorus: Travis Scott & GloRilla] Woah-oh Woah-oh Swoop it down Wobbling, wiggling Wobbling, wiggling Wobbling, wiggling Wobbling, wiggling Woah, swing Woah-oh Woah-oh Swoop it down Wobbling, wiggling Wobbling, wiggling (GloRilla) Wobbling, wiggling (On gang, gang) Wobbling, wiggling Woah, swing (On, on gang) [Verse 2: GloRilla & Travis Scott] Gotta book those seats for a nice ass fee, need me some D, so I had to go to Canada first He nutted, I swallowed them kids so fast, had to fuck around, put out an Amber alert It's 5 a.m., bitch, I'm up in the gym, but a lazy-ass ho would discredit my work (The fuck?) Word on the street, I'm the bitch with the heat, you wouldn't even believe what I charge for a verse (Woah-oh) Workin' hard, I'm grindin' (Hey) Diamonds hittin', I'm shinin' (Who) Gangsta bitch, for real, these hoes be on these beats just rhyming (Weak a—) All my— all my opps be dyin' (Yup) All my— all my friends be lyin' (For sure) Havin' flashbacks when I was just ridin' that dick, damn near had forgot I was driving (Damn) Don't ask me 'bout no ho I used to fuck with, I ain't got nothin' to say My only regret is being too young to fuck Matthew McConaughey (On gang, hrrt) Yeah, bitch, Matthew McConaughey [Chorus: Travis Scott, Travis Scott & GloRilla] Wobbling, wiggling Wobbling, wiggling Wobbling, wiggling Huh Woah-oh Woah-oh Swoop it down Wobbling, wiggling Wobbling, wiggling Wobbling, wiggling Wobbling, wiggling Woah, swing Woah-oh Woah-oh Swoop it down Wobbling, wiggling Wobbling, wiggling Wobbling, wiggling Wobbling, wiggling Woah, swing Oh Tags: Shyne Lyrics Travis Scott Shyne Shyne Travis Scott GloRilla Shyne Wobble it wiggle it Swoop it down wobble it wiggle it wobble it wiggle it Wobble it wiggle it wobble it wiggle it woah My only regret is being too young to fuck Matthew McConaughey Got booked overseas for a nice-ass fee need some D so I had to go to Canada first I done lost some Flintstones makin' bed rock At the shared block not the Fairmont And they twins and they thicker than the Clermonts On a John Deere tractor playin' head hunt Tom Cruise fuck your couch I do my own stunts Shyne #Shyne #TravisScott #GloRilla Contact: [email protected]