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topia twins (video version) - travis scott lyrics

[intro: travis scott & rob49]
twin b*tches, twin b*tches
twin b*tches hoppin’ off a jetski (yeah)
(ayy, what we doin’?)
twin b*tches, twin b*tches (yeah)
twin b*tches hoppin’ off a jetski (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: rob49]
it’s so hard to hide i’m a dawg, n*gga, i make a mistake and show it
way i shoot my shot at all these hoes, i f*ck my shoulder up
travis, what if they twins and they siamese, but they wanna f*ck us both? (yeah)
buy her what she want and suck her toes, i’m tryna make her cum
told her throw it back and put that p*ssy on me (yeah)

[verse 2: travis scott & rob49]
told her sit it on this d*ck, i took the glizzy off me
and you know this life been busy, man, i’m bizzy, homie
and i come through, throw a pack, she nеver leave mе lonely (yeah, yeah)
i can’t do no cuddles, can’t stay ’til the mornin’ (can’t stay ’til the mornin’)
she an angel in the streets, a demon undercover (yeah)
lie to shorty like i hate her, f*ck her like i love her (f*ck her like i love her)
i be stuntin’ like my daddy, i’m from new orleans project (from new orleans project)
yeah

[chorus: travis scott]
sittin’ sideways with a drink while i think
b*tches get cold in the summer, keep a mink
tell me what you doin’ for her, better not think
another n*gga do it for her before you blink
highway movin’ right behind me, a fleet
if she get too annoyin’, find a beach
twin b*tches, twin b*tches
twin b*tches hoppin’ off a jetski (perfect)
[verse 3: 21 savage & travis scott]
twin b*tches (21), twin dracs
twin glocks, twin jets (21)
charter planes, i don’t ride prop
slow stroke (yeah, perfect) from the back, i been drinkin’ wock’
x*rays, cat scans, n*gga, ask my opps (21)
ten bad b*tches in the studio, they all props (perfect)
treat them n*ggas like rhythmic radio, they all pop
should’ve got some lipo’, she got shots, now her ass dropped
slime sittin’ in the cell, i bet he comin’ home like pac (on god, perfect)
she give me wet mouth, i need a mop
i don’t want that clean head, lil’ b*tch, i want that slop (21)
she can’t bring her phone, ain’t no givin’ out my drop
rockin’ lanvins when i step on n*ggas’ blocks (on god)
need a dealer license, all these cars i done copped
they keep lookin’ for her head, but it’s goin’ down like joc (21)
oh, he think he tough? he just actin’, he the rock (yeah)
amazon prime, give me two days, i bet he drop (p*ssy)

[chorus: travis scott & 21 savage]
sittin’ sideways with a drink while i think
b*tches get cold in the summer, keep a mink
tell me what you doin’ for her, better not think
another n*gga do it for her before you blink (on god)
highway movin’ right behind me, a fleet
if she get too annoyin’, find a beach (21)
twin b*tches, twin b*tches (yeah)
twin b*tches hoppin’ off a jetski

- travis scott lyrics

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