• Title:Bubbly (with Drake & Travis Scott)
  • Artist:Young Thug;Drake;Travis Scott
  • Album:Punk
  • KaraokeRate:1★
  • Languages:en
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    Wheezy outta here

    My career 'bout to blast like bubbly
    I'm not waiting for her to say she love me
    I can tell she **** with me, man trust me
    I got a ten year old mink still like fuzzy
    Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
    Ride in the Porsche rockin' Tom Ford
    I ball at Barneys in Christian Dior
    I took the jet to the New York store
    She lick while I'm drivin', I'm stainin' the floor
    I take it off track now I'm ridin' in sport (Yeah)
    You stay in your feelings, you never my boy
    I can't come to the hood, I pull a decor
    Another body drop and they spellin' my name
    I'm goin' to LA on a private plane
    Could never come back and my family straight (Grrah)
    Untouchable, know I'm too rich and too paid
    Skeleton Cartier, blood diamond space
    Pull up two deep like a ****in' parade
    old jealous ass niggas tryna **** up my pay (Ha)
    Blast off rolls Royce cullinan rain (Broke niggas)
    I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears and my mother****in' chains (Chains)
    This drip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it
    I copped **** a plain jane
    I cut off my wrist, soakin' wet (Yeah)
    In Coachella, keep callin' and they won't see the face
    I took her to China and changed up her
    Now she ain't talkin' the same (Woah)
    Five nights straight, still poppin' and ragin'
    The SVR still live at the rage
    I want her, she wanted the same
    Man, the both same time, both glad that they came (It's lit)
    Keep me a vibe but can't keep me contained
    Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep (Oh)
    Tatt' a logo on the back of my brain
    Don't ask me what the **** am I thinkin'
    Back of these walls, I'm full of that drank
    Eric came through with a little entertainment (It's lit)
    829/Eight-twenty-nine, got her lookin' like space
    Houston it's a problem when we bust in her face and shit
    I came with the snakes no squeeze (Straight up)
    I broke out the game with a 456/four-five-six
    She lovin' the , I see it
    She lovin' the (Straight up, straight up)
    See I see on her face and I'm lovin' that body
    And lacin', I love you lil' spidey and
    I know you got taste, if you love you some, take shots with me
    If I love you, I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (Wait)
    YSL'll put a nigga six feet
    I ain't beggin' when I tell a bitch, "Please"
    Me and lil' Thugger on fleek
    Know the lil' hoe wanna meet, ayy
    What, what, what, what?
    **** her on beat
    OVO life not cheap
    I'm a young boy too T'd
    Why I just seen my account, never seen that ammount, oh God, I'm geeked
    Been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speak
    Doin' this shit just to show we get down in the 6ix/Six, man, it's bigger than me
    Texas rent so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin'
    I don't care how wet I get, she won't catch me
    Rockin' her bed and the headboard
    Buyin' out Louis and Christian Dior
    Park at the regular airport