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Travis Scott - Blunt Talk Lyrics

[Intro: Bryson Tiller]
Oh, shit
Where the fuck you come from?
Tryna find out if your soul true
Hold on
Ayy

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller & Travis Scott]
Pulled over my whip, never seen nothin' quite like this
That's how I'm comin', just like this
Straight to you blunt, just like this (Ooh)
Blunt 'til you like this, love when I talk to you like this
Says a whole lot to you, I wish (Ooh)
I wish I met you before him, you wish you met before she did (She did)
We wouldn't have to keep secrets (Ooh, yeah)
We can leave the four season
Blow thirty K for no reason, smoke Mary Jane and I'm chiefin' (I'm chiefin')
Drop, drop top, South Beach with it, know thе sex was meaningless
'Til you fuckеd around let me hit it ('Til I hit, ooh)

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Ayy, let me hit ya, let me hit it, yeah
Show you something different, yeah
Talkin' crazy, girl, know I'm talkin' crazy
Treat you like my lady, would you be my lady?
[Bridge: Bryson Tiller & Travis Scott]
Got a plane ticket one way
Come stay, hon', you wanna play, huh?
Okay, hon, oh, you a freak, huh?
Fuck with me, hon' (Yeah), I got what you need, huh

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Yeah, out to big blunts (Yeah)
Spring her off the hits (It's lit), everything legit (Yeah)
Movin' like a blitz, crib like the Ritz (Like the Ritz)
So you know there's room
So, baby, please

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller & Travis Scott]
Ayy, let me hit ya, let me hit it, yeah
Show you something different, yeah (So you know there's room)
Talkin' crazy, girl, know I'm talkin' crazy
Treat you like my lady, would you be my lady?

[Verse 3: Travis Scott & Bryson Tiller]
Don't like to talk the bizz' (No), just like to play the witch
I know the problem is (Yeah), they bothered by the kid (Kid)
Bust 100K for the fans, yeah, hood scholarship (Cash, cash)
Took a lot of pain, now I got the bank, got a lot to give (Big bag), yeah (Woo, yeah)
I take the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt), come through like Santa (Woo, yeah, choppa bag)
Let her take a pic, flood the cavana (Bring the hundreds back)
All my dawgs are lifers, ain't got standards (Woo)
Had to take this life...