Listen to TOPIA TWINS (feat. Rob49 & 21 Savage) by Travis Scott

TOPIA TWINS (feat. Rob49 & 21 Savage)

Travis Scott

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Rob49
Rob49
Vocals
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
Harry Edwards
Harry Edwards
Songwriter
Oliver Rodigan
Oliver Rodigan
Songwriter
Dez Wright
Dez Wright
Songwriter
Cash Esmailian
Cash Esmailian
Songwriter
Henri Velasco
Henri Velasco
Songwriter
Robert Thomas
Robert Thomas
Songwriter
Douglas Ford
Douglas Ford
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Cadenza
Cadenza
Producer
Harry Edwards
Harry Edwards
Co-Producer
Dez Wright
Dez Wright
Additional Producer
Henri Velasco
Henri Velasco
Additional Producer
Alex Dowidchuk
Alex Dowidchuk
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereya
Zach Pereya
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Twin bitches, twin bitches Twin bitches hoppin' off a jet ski (yeah) (Ayy, what you doin'?) Twin bitches, twin bitches (yeah) Twin bitches hoppin' off a jet ski Yeah, it's so hard to hide, I'm a dawg, nigga, I make a mistake and show it Way I shoot my shot at all these hoes, I fuck my shoulder up Travis, what if they twin and they Siamese, but they wanna fuck us both? (Yeah) Buy her what she want and suck her toes, I'm tryna make her cum Told her, "Throw it back and put that pussy on me" (yeah) Told her, "Sit it on this dick," I took the glizzy on me And you know this life been busy, man, I'm busy, homie And I come through, throw a pack, she never leave me lonely (yeah, yeah) I can't do no cuddles, can't stay 'til the mornin' (can't stay 'til the mornin') She an angel in the streets, a demon undercover (yeah) Lie to shorty like I hate her, fuck her like I love her (fuck her like I love her) I be stuntin' like my daddy, I'm from New Orleans project (from New Orleans project) Yeah Sittin' sideways with a drink while I think Bitches get cold in the summer, keep a mink Tell me what you doin' for her, better not think Another nigga do it for her, before you blink Highway, movin' right behind me, a fleet If she get too annoyin', find a beach Twin bitches, twin bitches Twin bitches hoppin' off a jet ski (perfect) Twin bitches (21), twin Dracs Twin Glocks, twin jets (21) Charter planes, I don't ride prop Slow stroke (yeah, perfect) from the back, I been drinkin' Wock' X-rays, CAT scans, nigga, ask my opp (21) Ten bad bitches in the studio, they all props (perfect) Treat them niggas like rhythmic radio, they all pop Should've got some lipo', she got shots, now her ass dropped Slime sittin' in the cell, I bet he comin' home like Pac (on God, perfect) She give me wet mouth, I need a mop I don't want that clean head, lil' bitch, I want that slop (21) She can't bring her phone, ain't no givin' out my drop Rockin' Lanvins when I step on niggas' blocks (on God) Need a dealer license, all these cars I done copped They keep lookin' for her head, but it's goin' down like Joc (21) Oh, he think he tough? He just actin', he The Rock (yeah) Amazon Prime, give me two days, I bet he drop (pussy) Sittin' sideways with a drink while I think Bitches get cold in the summer, keep a mink Tell me what you doin' for her, better not think Another nigga do it for her, before you blink Highway, movin' right behind me, a fleet If she get too annoyin', find a beach Twin bitches, twin bitches Twin bitches hoppin' off a jet ski It's not electric, this shit gassed up, can you catch it? (Skrrt, skrrt) The Virgil jet ski one of one-fifty, check the leverage (pussy) Got two twins, they top tier, that's my favorite fetish Deep in her throat 'til she tear, I'm her favorite beverage (straight up) Ran out of time, made ten APs, man, I can't retire Been on the road collectin' rubber bands to match attire (yeah) I got the vision, ain't no dippin' in that Ayahuasca This shit get thicker than a bitch with stripes, I know she'll tell (pussy) Ayy, twin, call up twin, tell her I'm in town now (21) London bitch, she wanna link, she dropped the pin to pound town (21) Ass thick, when she walk, it got its own surround sound (yeah) And she tryna ride me like a wave, I'ma drown, drown She say she like the way the soul chop, it make her bounce, bounce (21) She from the West, but when she with me, she from down South Flew into town, not to hotel, but to the town house I send the drop, they hit the drop, we brought the drops out (on God) Sittin' sideways with a drink while I think Bitches get cold in the summer, keep a mink Tell me what you doin' for her, better not think Another nigga do it for her, before you blink (on God) Highway, movin' right behind me, a fleet If she get too annoyin', find a beach (21) Twin bitches, twin bitches (yeah) Twin bitches hoppin' off a jetski
Writer(s): Douglas Ford, Robert Thomas, Harry Edwards, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Henri Velasco, Wesley Tyler Glass, Oliver Sebastian Rodigan, Anmir Cash Esmailian, Dezmeon Wright, Jacques Webster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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