Blue Pill lyrics - Metro Boomin (feat. Travis Scott)
[Travis Scott:]
I've been gettin' drunk, it's fucked
At night, can't sleep
Multiplying toes on me
Out here, yeah, out here
([Young Thug:] Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga)
We go up, in the valley
Where they spend mills, on the mayonnaise
Please, hurry up with my valet
Ain't got no time, no time, no time
No time, no time, no time, no time, pop 'em all
You know, what up
Call me up, when it's over
In the hills, we get high
That's why I'm floatin' off that blue pill, blue dream
It got me like I-I-I-I-I (straight up!
I'm a rockstar rollin', Shabba I got ranks
I been rollin', rollin', I can't stop, I can't
I'm rollin' off that blue pill, blue dream
It got me like I-I-I-I-I
I been rollin', rollin', I can't stop, I can't
I'm a rollin' rockstar, Shabba I got ranks
I slipped 4 Xans, you ain't notice
That's why you girls hokus pokus
Take a trip out wild west
No alcohol, lean and soda
Can't last one night with the best
I'm goin' 06 and congas
Cuzzo still whippin' that 'Yota
He gettin' close to that Rover, yea, yea, yea
Yeah, yeah
Oh why why why? Why why why?
La Flame he got that fi-ya-ya
Thats why I'm floatin' off that blue pill, blue dream
It got me like I-iii-I (Straight up!)
I'm a rockstar rollin', Shabba I got ranks
I been rollin', rollin', I can't stop, I can't
I'm rollin' off that blue pill, blue dream
It got me like I-iii-I
I been rollin', rollin', I can't stop, I can't
I'm a rollin' rockstar, Shabba I got ranks
Oh, why, why, why? Why, why, why?
La Flame, he got that fi-ya-ya, ya dig?
([Future:] If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Creepin' (Remix) lyrics - Metro Boomin, The Weeknd & Diddy (feat. 21 Savage)
Yeah, thought you'd never leave me (Just can't believe this man)
Metro Boomin want some more nigga
Bad Boy
Somebody said they saw you
The person you were kissing wasn't me
And I would never ask you
I just kept it to myself
I don't wanna know
If you're playin' me, keep it on the low
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you're creepin', please, don't let it show
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know
Oh-oh, oh-oh, ooh-woah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I think about it when I hold you
When lookin' in your eyes, I can't believe
And I don't need to know the truth
Baby, keep it to yourself
I don't wanna know (Ayo, come on)
They ain't real then they ain't Puff
Ain't a place in this world that my feet ain't touch
I got visions that cost millions and make billions
Baby girl, we can make love and make trillions, damn
Baby, you my curse and my crush
I walk to the ends of the earth for your touch
Ride for you, cry for you, die for you
Never gon' say "Goodbye" to you
Never lie to you, life ain't perfect, we just live it
Fuck what they say we did, we just did it
I'm the DeLeón sipper, bad bitch getter
With the top down screamin' out "Fuck them niggas"
I don't wanna know
Did he touch you better than me? (Touch you better than me)
Did he watch you fall asleep? (Watch you fall asleep)
Did you show him all those things, that you used to do to me? (Yeah)
If you're better off that way (Better off that way)
There ain't more that I can say (More that I can say)
Just go on and do your thing and don't come back to me (Come on)
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Woah, woah, woah, 21 (Yeah, 21)
Had me crushin', I was cuffin' like the precinct (Come on)
How you go from housewife to a sneaky link? (Come on)
Got you riding 'round in all type of Benzes and Rovers (Yeah)
Girl, you used to ride in the rinky dink (Come on)
I'm the one put you in Eliantte (On God)
Fashion Nova model, I put you on the runway (On God)
You was rockin' Coach bags, got you Chane'-ne'
Side bitch in Frisco, I call her my Bay-bae (21)
I got a girl but I still feel alone (On God)
If you playin' me that mean my home ain't home (On God)
Havin' nightmares of goin' through your phone (21)
Can't even record, you got me out my zone
I don't wanna know
If you're playin' me, keep it on the low
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you're creepin', please, don't let it show
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know
If you're playin' me, keep it on the low (Metro Boomin)
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore (21)
And if you're creepin', please, don't let it show (The Weeknd)
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know (Bad Boy)
If you creepin', just don't let me find out (On God)
Get a hotel, never bring 'em to the house (On God, let's go)
If you're better off that way
Baby, all that I can say
If you're gonna do your thing then don't come back to me
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