Title: DUMBO
Artists: Travis Scott
Album: Jackboys 2
DUMBO Lyrics by Travis Scott
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Hah
Yeah
Aah-ah
Let’s go
Can’t nobody pop it like I do (Pop it)
Tour and drop like I do (Ah)
Baddie in the seven like I do (Seven)
Keti, she sniff, she ha-choo (Ha-choo, let’s go)
Still tucked on when they try you (Woah)
[?] done buy you (Skit)
That oyster red on the ?
That mobu right on the tile (Waste)
The body too great (Huh)
That private thing did not fly you (Huh)
That whole fit did not style you (Huh)
Took codiene, it’s been a while (Huh)
I bet she goin’ dumb (Dumb)
I bet she goin’ dumb (That bitch ain’t thing)
I bet she goin’ dumb (Woah)
I bet she goin’ dumb (Straight up)
I bet she goin’ dumb
I bet she goin’ dumb
Come let it fall to the waistline
You get wasted, just don’t waste mine
You get wasted, just don’t waste mine
You get wasted, just don’t waste mine
[?] let it fall to your waistline
You get wasted, just don’t waste mine
Right, right
Woah (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Woah
Shawty, she nice
Shawty, she love that green
Shawty, she like that white
Shawty get more
Shawty get geek-geeked more
Shawty gon’ [?]
Shawty get home
Shawty get right back home
Know we gon’ get geeked (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, yeah
Gotta sleep with one eye open
Can’t trust her, she stolen
But I’m havin’ too much motion
That bitch tryna get her a promotion
Twist my gas, pour my potion
Can’t tell if I’m hot or cold
Hip on fire, wrist so frozen
Don’t know if she thick or slim
Waist go in, ass explodin’
I just went up again
Just popped ten, no ibuprofen
Back-to-back, sip no skin
Can I swim in this ocean?
There come that no emotion
Yeah, yeah
See, the whip ain’t regular body
The whip got a kit like BBL
One digit on back of the truck
And she’s backin’ it up, no CDL
She with us and say, “Who do you love?”
And she tired unless she know me well
See the difference when you on the side
But baby, the truth ain’t hard to tell
Chain on ice cream, it can melt
Your nigga don’t like me, oh well
I ain’t no Peace prize, no bell
No more gang, gang, cartel
Promise you, uh, I’m goin’ well
Shit get sticky, come melt
Say your prayers, farewall
Body color, pastel
Come let it fall to the waistline
You get wasted, just don’t waste mine
You get wasted, just don’t waste mine
You get wasted, just don’t waste mine
Can’t nobody pop it like I do (Pop it)
Tour and drop like I do (Ah)
Baddie in the seven like I do (Seven)
Keti, she sniff, she ha-choo (Ha-choo)
Still tucked on when they try you (Woah)
[?] done buy you (Skit)
That oyster red on the ?
That mobu right on the tile (Waste)
The body too great (Huh)
That private thing did not fly you (Huh)
That whole fit did not style you (Huh)
Took codiene, it’s been a while (Huh)
I bet she goin’ dumb (Dumb)
I bet she goin’ dumb (That bitch ain’t thing)
I bet she goin’ dumb (Woah)
I bet she goin’ dumb (Straight up)
I bet she goin’ dumb
I bet she goin’ dumb
Waste
More Jackboys 2 Lyrics
- JACKBOYS – JB2 RADIO
- Travis Scott & Don Toliver – CHAMPAIN & VACAY
- Travis Scott – 2000 EXCURSION (ft. Don Toliver & Sheck Wes)
- Travis Scott – KICK OUT (ft. 21 Savage)
- Travis Scott – DUMBO
- SoFaygo – MM3
- Don Toliver & Sheck Wes – VELOUR
- Travis Scott & SoFaygo – CONTEST
- Sheck Wes – ILMB (ft. Travis Scott)
- Travis Scott – WHERE WAS YOU (ft. Future & Playboi Carti)
- Don Toliver – NO COMMENTS
- Travis Scott – BEEP BEEP
- Travis Scott – PBT (ft. Tyla & Vybz Kartel)
- Travis Scott – SHYNE (ft. GloRilla)
- Travis Scott – OUTSIDE (ft. NBA Youngboy)
- Don Toliver & Future – CANT STOP
- Travis Scott – FLORIDA FLOW (ft. Kodak Black)
