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Blocka La Flame – Travis Scott (II)

[Intro]
Dis type of shit happens everyday
All dem I’m under mourn for people pon stay
But none of dem have the guts to pull out and spray
None of them have the guts to pull out and spray [echoes]
{Young Chop on the beat…}

[Chorus:]
I got diamonds on my blocka.
Serve it to my flocka, yeah, that’s my flocka
To my flocka…
Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper
Yeah, that’s my flocka…

I’m that Ferragamo Hussein, (Tom Cruising), Rock Of Ages
Semi-god estate, gettin’ cake, could’ve thought I’m Jewish
Fuck, fuck, fuck, might lose your soul for my language
Nowadays, niggas been at round tables talking all that heinous language
Plutonica, insomnia
Put that money on your head – balenciagi yarmulke
Fifteen when I carried loads of them oziums
And them bag of nicks, I mean groceries, I mean daddy knows ain’t no controlling me
My bad, looks cocky, might sag
She give me head before the ass and never let no nigga smash; no puffing, no pass
We breaking if we can get half – thank you for making it last, get everything that you got
Break me a piece of that off, rest in peace niggas I lost

[Chorus]

Oh God, this shit too cold for the mink, Ye
Bang, bang, bang. My niggas ain’t tamed, might buried your ass in that Sphinx, mane
Sip Merlot, watch us make the champagne rain
Let my ding-a-lang hang, I’m a southside nigga where the ‘caine reign
We running, summers, we running, spring and fall, jogging be nothing
Winter, they cuffing, cuffing them up as they loving the same month as my niggas stuffing
Riding through, rockin’, Shaka Zulu
Block (crip) or whole family blue, (bloody), yeah, suwoo
Ain’t you supposed to preach what you practice? Put a rubber on if you stabbing
Get baptized if you baptist but ain’t it evil to live backwards?
Holy Ghost, hold on,
Chakalu blakalu los – that’s tongue for you niggas who lost

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[Chorus]

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Pray 4 Love (Feat. The Weeknd) – Travis Scott (II)

Lirik lagu: Pray 4 Love (Feat. The Weeknd)

[Hook – The Weeknd:]
Oh, don’t pray for love
Oh, say love
Just ask the lonely, oh
Just ask the lonely, oh

[Verse 1 – Travi$ Scott:]
Pray for who lost they fate, and died too young
Pray for the ones I hate, the ones I love
Pray for my liver when I’m off, in this club
I pray that the, demons go away, they hauntin’ us
Man I can’t take no more of this lifestyle we been livin’
Man I can’t take no more of the white powers in position
Gotta grab OJ wheel, gotta scoop up J Rich
Told Chase we ain’t goin’ back, you know, we gotta hitch
I mean I’m, aggravated, agitated, I admit
Intoxicated, animated, got me feelin’ kinda lit
Contemplatin’ fornicatin’, might as well fuck up some shit
They lookin’ at me way too crazy, got me feelin’ communist
But I’m just tryin’ to save the throne, pray for Bones, pray for Stix
If my album never sell, then we gon’ hit that lick
Tell Lamar, call up Cash, tell him buzz me at the Ritz
It’s the weekend, we off the deep end, you need to pray for us

[Hook – The Weeknd:]
Oh, don’t pray for love
Oh, say love
Just ask the lonely, oh
Just ask the lonely, oh

[Bridge – Travi$ Scott:]
Pills
Have you ever been through life’s
Challenges? Promises?
Get down here, I’m prayin’

[Verse 2 – Travi$ Scott (The Weeknd):]
Let me tell the lost tale about Jacques
Let me tell you how I turned Scott
How I went down on the block
Waterfall around ten o’clock
And how we came up gettin’ all the knots, dodgin’ cops, yeah
‘Fore a nigga had the locks
‘Fore a nigga had the chain, ‘fore I had the bops
Always kept my city on me like it was a swatch
Every time we in the party, took it up a notch
Now I’m thinkin’ ’bout this new girl, and she doin’ pop (Ohhh)
Wanna know my dick longer than a Pringle box
(Don’t pray for love)
Tired of seein’ these black kids on the face of FOX (Ohhh)
And fuck CNN, they don’t wanna see us win (Said I-)
Mama don’t you worry no, no more, worry no, no more
I’ma take you from the first to the ninetieth floor
You always told me what I plant, that shit gotta grow
And anything I detonate, that shit gotta blow
Pray for love

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[Bridge – The Weeknd + Travi$ Scott:]
No, oh
We don’t pray for love, no more
We don’t wanna see you on the cover of a carton, no more
We don’t wanna see you on the news, no more
All alone

[Verse 3 – The Weeknd:]
Underrated is an understatement
They tryin’ to test greatness, a nigga tryna get paid
These niggas fiends watchin’ all of my moves
Cause the music like crack, got me cookin’ all day
I’m right here, you know where I stay
And if you don’t, then ask your girl, she probably know the way
She like my show lights, she want to be wife
She know that if she got me that she gon’ be good for life
So I pull out ‘fore the climax
Faster than a hi-hat, sorry baby, I don’t play
And if I did, you know my kids would be ballin’
And my daughter gon’ never meet a nigga like me
My niggas pull up in that Rolls-Royce
Like they sell that coke boy, shout out to the Coke Boys
They never pray for us, nobody pray for us
Nobody pray, no, no, no, no, no

[Hook – The Weeknd:]
Oh, don’t pray for love
Oh, say love (just ask the lonely)
Just ask the lonely, oh (just ask the lonely)

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Drive (Feat. James Fauntleroy) – Travis Scott (II)

Lirik lagu: Drive (Feat. James Fauntleroy)

[song starts at 1:26 after 4 random interludes]

[Travis Scott]
Feel like I’m on the drive to the moon
Man I thought the world was ending soon
Damn a brother stay tested and the devil wear prada…

[Chorus: James Fauntleroy]
Sometimes I drive
While I’m staring in your eyes
With my hands behind your head
While you take me away

[Travis Scott]
Weather I’m shinin’ all winter or chillin’ all summer
Be rockin’ furs look like copped ’em straight out the jungle
Used spend cheese up on stige yeah I remember
Used to take trips whippin’ the Jeep my mom loaned us
Ridin’ real slow…
Mmhm, that the shit they didn’t know; cruisin’ down 59
Seeing niggas ridin’ four’s I just stared at the stars
Look with my eyes closed cause its driving me wild

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Travis Scott]
Hit the weed and just drive [4X]

[Chorus]

[instrumental break until 4:50]

[Outro]
“Junior!” Fuck
“Junior, turn that shit off!”
Man, for what, nigga?
“What I’d tell you about that loud ass music in this fuckin’ house?”
[sighs] Fuck… fuckin’ drama’s crazy

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Sweet Sweet – Travis Scott (II)

Cause you’re sweet
Sak pasé?, Wah yah seh?
Runnin up, all this cake
Bag it up, then come right away
Cause you’re sweet, what’s your status?
Might hit your address, if I’m on a mattress
Jet right to you, I can’t do no traffic (skrrt, skrrt)
I can’t do no lacking (skrrt, skrrt)

Cause you’re sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin’ out with you is a no go
Yeah, yeah, straight up
Cause you’re sweet (sweet, sweet) like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (sweet, sweet)
Hangin’ out with you is a no go (sweet, sweet, sweet)
Cause you’re sweet

Like my time, like my jokes (sweet)
We been down since in the basement with the most (sweet, yah)
Shout my town, shout my troops
Shout my jeweler, made my chain look like Fruit Loops (yeah, it’s lit!)
Come get a taste, come get a scoop
I done made it out the hood through all the hoops (hula hoops)
I done finally found a way to make the loot
Link up all my niggas and my jewelers
Link up, link up, pour my syrup
Bad bitch, yeah they link up
Go bezerk, go do some shit you think of (yah, yah)
Link, link, link, artists link, link, link
Leave my link, link, links
Smoke all my shit, time to start again (yah)

Cause you’re sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin’ out with you is a no go
Yeah, yeah, straight up
Cause you’re sweet (sweet, sweet) like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (sweet, sweet)
Hangin’ out with you is a no go (sweet, sweet, sweet)
Cause you’re sweet

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Cause you’re sweet
Sak pasé? Wah yah seh?
Runnin up, all this cake
Bag it up, then come right away

When I ask who bigger
Ain’t tryna argue with ya
I’m tryna figure (straight up!)
Who you with, who your team?
What your side?
How you, how you, how you ride (how you ride?)
How you use me to survive (straight up!)
Yeah, cause we up, lit at five
At the crib goin’ live, oh so live (yeah)
Eric keep the strippers, order V Live
Order wings, told em’ hold the side

Cause you’re sweet like cocoa (it’s lit)
But all you wanna do is the coco (yeah, yeah)
Hangin’ out with you is a no go, yeah, yeah, (straight up)
Cause you’re sweet (sweet, sweet) like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (sweet, sweet)
Hangin’ out with you is a no go (sweet, sweet, sweet)
Cause you’re sweet

Cause you’re sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin’ out with you is a no go, yeah, yeah, straight up
Cause you’re sweet (sweet, sweet) like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (sweet, sweet)
Hangin’ out with you is a no go (sweet, sweet, sweet)
Cause you’re sweet

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