LYRICS FOR YOUR NINE-YEAR OLD from TRAVIS SCOTT...
In fact a 9-year old was hurt badly at Scott's show and is barely clinging to life. Now his parents are suing Scott but maybe they shouldn't have sent their child to such an event in the first place. Obviously they CONDONED the violent, porn culture Scott advocates in his "songs" but now they're suing HIM? Total hypocrisy. Anyway, here are some nice lyrics for the children from Mr. Scott...
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"Packin' out Toyota like I'm in the league - And it ain't a mosh pit if ain't no injuries - I got 'em stage divin' out of nosebleeds - Alright - And she hit that booger sugar 'til her nose bleed - Alright"
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"In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh - She said "where we goin'?" I said "the moon"
We ain't even make it to the room - She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose - Who put this shit together? I'm the glue someone said"
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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
Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked
(Me and my niggas show up, you know it's going down)
We be floating 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 pouring up for the niggas that can't be around today)