Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MAFIA, artist - Travis Scott. Date of issue: 04.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
MAFIA |
| Custom the things, custom the wings |
| I had to custom the vibe, custom the link up |
| Cover the back of the lab, front cover magazine |
| Cover your eyes, cuddled up, back of the V (Yeah) |
| Our chemistry, just like the trappers and fiends (Ooh) |
| Our misery really ain't nothin' to see |
| I gotta travel the V, I like to travel to heat (Ooh) |
| Bring out a bag of the weed |
| Did I tell you I got my own weed? |
| I had a lot to achieve |
| Blew it out and I'm relieved, take it down, now you relieve |
| Rather you leave, then you go back out on me |
| Don't throw no daggers at me, you gotta shoot 'em at least |
| You know my Dodge supreme, I put in hours this week |
| Movin' at rapid speed, like it's a track, we meet |
| We got a timeless thing, we gotta find some Zs, yeah |
| Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked |
| We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck |
| Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck |
| City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust |
| Like it thick with a bounce, we all in the count |
| Wine bottles cost 'bout a couch, you on the way with the wave |
| Stacks in my pouch, you know it jump at the house |
| You come with two when it's late, know the brown one is my fav' |
| Then Mike Brown gon' walk you out (Walk you out) |
| Step by step, watch yourself |
| Cleaners got anything you might've left |
| I couldn't do none of this by myself |
| With mafia, they in the tuck |
| I gave you fifty to boost up your butt |
| I gave you the juice, you'd rather get buzzed |
| I tried to choose you, you'd rather go club |
| Know what to do, you rattled me up |
| Common denominator, we were steps from the diamond ages |
| Got a couple of vibrations |
| For the simulation, gotta re-up the hydration |
| Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down) |
| We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today) |
| Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around) |
| City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today) |
| Mm, mm, woah-ah, mm-mm |
| Woah, mm-mm, mm-mm |
| Fuck shit up at the club (Ooh) |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Drop down |
| Run around, run around |
| Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down) |
| We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today) |
| Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around) |
| City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today) |