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Travis Scott (II)

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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Butterfly Effect – Travis Scott (II)

[Intro]
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)

[Verse 1]
Drop the top, play hide and seek
Jump inside, jump straight to the leak
Take a sip, feel just how I breathe
On freeway, but no, ain’t nothin’ free (straight up)
Bend laws, bend lanes
Been bustin’ bills, but still ain’t nothin’ change
You in the mob soon as you rock the chain
She caught the waves just thumbin’ through my braids (alright)
Heatin’ up, baby, I’m just heatin’ up (it’s lit)
Fiji lover, now they indeed that is impressive
Fill his cup, now you know how they keep me up
Icy love, icy like a hockey puck

[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)

[Verse 2]
All the ones, all the chains piled on the mantle
All the dogs, all the dogs low creep right behind me in the Phantom
Never go, never go dip on the set, stayed Santana
Yeah, run it back, turn the lights on when I hit up Green Lantern
Yeah, fly the broads, fly the dogs down to Atlanta
Yeah, in the cut in Medusa, lay low, yeah, I might be
Yeah, roll up, help me calm down when I move in high speed
Yeah, If I send one, need the text back ’cause you know what I need
Oh, please (oh please)
Oh me (oh me)
Oh my (oh my)
We been movin’, we been movin’ for some time (Alright!)
Flexin’, flexin’ try to exercise
Exercise, exercise, exercise, exercise

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[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang
(Yah!)

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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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