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Travis Scott - Sloppy Toppy Live Lyrics

[Intro: Edna Wright (from recording) & Travis Scott]
Yeah
Darling, when the moon is bright
I want you to be holding me tight (Let's rock, Migo)

[Verse 1: Quavo, Travis Scott & Both]
Migo
She see me pull up in that 'Rari
I'm thinkin' 'bout choppin' the toppy (Chop the top, skrrt)
Got bitches on bitches, they run 'round the lobby
They know that I got it (Ooh, go)
I got too much money signs, sorry, can't fit in my wallet (No)
Sloppy toppy, you can't touch my wallet (Sloppy top)
Sloppy toppy, know the bitches got it (Woo, oh)
Know that she got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it (What she got, huh?)
Sloppy toppy (Ooh, ooh, agh)
Sloppy toppy, huh (Nasty, yeah)
Know that she got it (Know that she got it )
Know that she got it (Yeah)
Sloppy toppy, bet the bitches got it (Yeah)
Sloppy toppy, bet that bitches got—

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Quavo]
(Brrt, hello?)
Migo, they know that I got it (Oh, straight up)
Know that my wristwatch is sloppy
Now they want a double dutch in my pockets (Straight up, yeah, yeah)
Tell me one thing, is you 'bout it? (Is you 'bout it?)
Girl, is you 'bout it? (Is you 'bout it? Lil' bitty bitch)
Gotta know before we let you tiptoe and run through the lobby (Soo, soo, soo, soo, run through the lobby, fuck is you sayin'?)
But the little bitty told me sloppy toppy was a hobby (Damn, damn, straight up, sloppy toppy)
So she gave me sloppy toppy like the sloppy toppy goddess (Sloppy toppy)
Over the garden (Over the garden, slop)
Over the garden (Over the garden, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, what a goddess
On my province (Yeah), we don't do massages (Straight up, ayy), just ménages (Oh)
She like to talk shit when we fuck (Yeah), after she claims she forgot it (Ayy, straight up)
She don't tap out, no tap out, she'd rather just black out
Then we take trips to her trap house (Trap house)
We been pullin' them stack outs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Call over your friends, bend over, they poppin' for bands
Can't stop if I can
No, I do not do beer cans, fuck is this, frat house?
[Bridge: Quavo, Travis Scott & Both]
I know that she got it, Quavo know that she got it
Know that she got it
I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Quavo)

[Verse 3: Quavo, Travis Scott & Both]
I pull up and pick her up (Get her bruh, go)
I know that she bad (Bad)
And I know that the head is so good when she got around (Ooh)
I know that we call her the sloppy toppy (Sloppy top, woo)
My pockets so sloppy (Sloppy top, woo)
I pull out the whopper (Rrah), the chopper
Just know that's who shot ya (Uh, who? Yeah)
That's me (Yeah, woo, uh)
Pull up in that 'Rari, I don't have a key (Who got the key, huh?)
She hop in the whip, disappear like a genie (Go)

[Verse 4: Takeoff (from recording), Quavo, Travis Scott, Takeoff (from recording) & Travis Scott]
She got the sloppy toppy, bitches want my broccoli (Ugh)
She after my money, Monopoly (Huh?)
Them Twitter bitches wanna follow me (Yes, Take)
I make 'em swallow me then kick 'em off of my property (My property, turn up, turn up, go, go, go)
Paparazzi keep on stalkin' me (Flash)
Feel like the federalis keep on watchin' me (12)
Worth a hundred mill', niggas can't talk to me (Hundred mill')
Get sloppy toppy, but you givin' currency (Ugh, what we doin', CHASE?)
I make your bitch work for me, she at the DoubleTree (Yeah, bitch, yeah, yeah)
Chopping strong, OG gas bags of that Hercules (Bag, yeah)
Removing the top off the Audi, do surgery (Ayy, ayy)
Red on the bottom of my shoes, it's a murder scene
I don't want your bitch, she a nat-nat (Nat)
Pull up in the Audi, it's a hatchback (Hatchback)
Kickin', pimpin' and I'm luxury livin'
Makin' it disappear, I'm a magician (Yeah, let's go)
[Chorus: Quavo & Travis Scott]
(Oh)
Know that the bad bitches got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Oh, oh-woah-oh-oh)
Know that the bad bitch got it (Know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Ooh)

[Outro: Travis Scott & Quavo]
Yessir
Make some noise for the boy, 'Cho, man, you dig?
Ayy, long live Takeoff, you dig what I'm sayin'? Jack
Love you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I see you, I see you, yeah, 'sup?
This next song–, this one of my favorite songs
I don't know if you fuck with this one, but let's ride, yeah?