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Sauce Walka – Texas Cyclone lyrics
[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
In time, nigga sittin' tired on the 45 on my I drive
Headline, nigga, headline
Sit back, get a headline, yeah
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Drop out when I'm woozy (Yeah)
Low fade, took a boosty (Woo)
Trade your time for the booty (It's lit)
She make it slow, still moving
[?] out suu-whooping (Skrrt, skrrt)
On my side like the Louis
When it's time, never truant
[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Never be no matter where I be
Rock the hitters, make a centerpiece
One million files what they sendin' me
Tried 'em here, never let 'em leave
Pray to God for the homies
It's okay, yeah
I can't feel my face, yeah (I can't feel my face, yeah)
It's alright, it's just some nights, mm
That I can't fight, yeah
Out of spite, uh
She live her life, uh
It's okay
I can't feel my face (I can't feel my face)
[Verse: Sauce Walka]
Sauce on my body, skrrt off in Ferrari
My drip hot like [?], my jacket [?]
She wanna put me on tv like Maury
My face is numb from the Codeine I'm pouring
She blow me up when I'm busy, I'm touring
New city, new foreign, she called, I'm ignoring
She wanna be my lil' new new like Lauryn
But that's just too boring, I'm busy explorin' girls on
Handlebars, Percs, menage a trois
I don't want no pause but them pills just touch the heart
She defeat the odds when her feelings get massaged
Ceiling full of stars, pop a pill and play your part
I'm Sauce
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Drop out when I'm woozy (Yeah)
Low fade, took a boosty (Woo)
Trade your time for the booty (It's lit)
She make it slow, still moving
[?] out suu-whooping (Skrrt, skrrt)
On my side like the Louis
When it's time, never truant
[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Never be no matter where I be
Rock the hitters, make a centerpiece
One million files what they sendin' me
Tried 'em here, never let 'em leave
Pray to God for the homies
It's okay, yeah
I can't feel my face, yeah (I can't feel my face, yeah)
It's alright, it's just some nights, mm
That I can't fight, yeah
Out of spite, uh
She live her life, uh
It's okay
I can't feel my face (I can't feel my face)
Yeah, yeah
In time, nigga sittin' tired on the 45 on my I drive
Headline, nigga, headline
Sit back, get a headline, yeah
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Drop out when I'm woozy (Yeah)
Low fade, took a boosty (Woo)
Trade your time for the booty (It's lit)
She make it slow, still moving
[?] out suu-whooping (Skrrt, skrrt)
On my side like the Louis
When it's time, never truant
[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Never be no matter where I be
Rock the hitters, make a centerpiece
One million files what they sendin' me
Tried 'em here, never let 'em leave
Pray to God for the homies
It's okay, yeah
I can't feel my face, yeah (I can't feel my face, yeah)
It's alright, it's just some nights, mm
That I can't fight, yeah
Out of spite, uh
She live her life, uh
It's okay
I can't feel my face (I can't feel my face)
[Verse: Sauce Walka]
Sauce on my body, skrrt off in Ferrari
My drip hot like [?], my jacket [?]
She wanna put me on tv like Maury
My face is numb from the Codeine I'm pouring
She blow me up when I'm busy, I'm touring
New city, new foreign, she called, I'm ignoring
She wanna be my lil' new new like Lauryn
But that's just too boring, I'm busy explorin' girls on
Handlebars, Percs, menage a trois
I don't want no pause but them pills just touch the heart
She defeat the odds when her feelings get massaged
Ceiling full of stars, pop a pill and play your part
I'm Sauce
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Drop out when I'm woozy (Yeah)
Low fade, took a boosty (Woo)
Trade your time for the booty (It's lit)
She make it slow, still moving
[?] out suu-whooping (Skrrt, skrrt)
On my side like the Louis
When it's time, never truant
[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Never be no matter where I be
Rock the hitters, make a centerpiece
One million files what they sendin' me
Tried 'em here, never let 'em leave
Pray to God for the homies
It's okay, yeah
I can't feel my face, yeah (I can't feel my face, yeah)
It's alright, it's just some nights, mm
That I can't fight, yeah
Out of spite, uh
She live her life, uh
It's okay
I can't feel my face (I can't feel my face)
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