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Travis Scott - YOSEMITE

►Travis Scott◄
https://soundcloud.com/travisscott-2
https://twitter.com/trvisXX
https://www.instagram.com/travisscott/

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Lyrics:

[Chorus: Gunna]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
In the Clearport like I Uber these jets
VVS's on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Put a M in my bag, I'ma get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Verse: Travis Scott]
Now that I'm home, back off the road
We shut it down, where it ain't so
With checks in the streets, Jay number fours
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Couple of angels that's watching my soul
Jet got a bed, it's bigger windows
Said I'll be there in 10 but I got there in four

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in gold
Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
I left her wide open, no self control
Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

[Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
In the Clearport like I Uber these jets
VVS's on me got my Louis shirt wet
It's a M in my bag and get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Outro: NAV]
La Flame on a island, me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Pradas every color and I got CC's you ain't seen yet
Said I'd kick the cup and now I'm asking where the codeine at
30 pointers and up, Eliantte drippin', my whole team wet

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Kodak Black, Offset, Travis Scott – ZEZE (8D Audio) WEAR HEADPHONES

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Lyrics
[Travis Scott:]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, flood the mansion (Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
See the bitches undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Kodak Black:]
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

[Offset:]
Offset! Blow the brains out the coupe (Boo)
Police wanna talk, but I'm on mute (Woo, woo, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (Ice)
Fuck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (Yeah)
She an addict (Addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be drippin' to death, I need a casket (Drippin')
And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (Bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like David Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
All my niggas locked up, for real, I'm tryna help 'em (Free, free)
When I got a mil', got me the chills, don't know what happened (Hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that zombie (Hey, hoo)
I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no Ghandi (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm more like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (Hey, hey)
Niggas be clonin', I find it funny (Clone, haha)
We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon (We from the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can't tell me nothin' (Eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of your budget (Woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin' got me clutchin'
Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia

[Travis Scott:]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, flood the mansion (Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
Bitches undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all went for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Kodak Black:]
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don't owe a nigga nann favor
When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
I'm slidin' in a coupe, ain't got no key to start
I got the fire on me in BET Awards
When your well run dry, you know you need me for it
When I pull up in the Buick, you know what I'm doin'
If the police get behind me, I'm fleein' and eludin'
Sleepin' on the palette turned me to a savage
I'm a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still jackin'
I be sippin' on lean, tryna keep balance
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's with my Reeboks
I don't say much, I just let the heat talk
Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock
My lil' baby ride the dick like a seat lock
When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
When I jumped up out the Beam', I was in Celine
Baby girl you just a fling, that ain't what I mean
Money bustin' out my jeans like I do the scheme

Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh

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