travi$ scott - don 039 t play
[intro]
Drink slow to feed the nose
You know he likes to get blown
Has he got enough money to spend?
Leave? no. he's to and fro
He doesn't like it when the girls go
Has he got enough money to spend?
[hook: Travis Scott x4]
I ain't playing with these niggas
I ain't playing with
I ain't playing with these niggas
[verse 1: Travis Scott]
Know I need my dollars
Know a nigga need my commas
She was down when I dropped out of college
Down, she was down when I rode impalas
Played with her pussy in the jeep
Yeah, she was down with the foreplay drivin'
Jumped in the car when she hit my digits
Don't want nothin'
Just to pull up at the projects
Easy to me my nigga
Build it with a seam
Youngin always seen with a killer
Hand stitched by my dealer
Didn't wanna see, you ain't seen
What you mean margiela?
She even got the 'scripts for the cough
In the h gotta hit johnny for the frost
Swirved off
It ain't been a minute seen
They seen a weird nigga
From the corner put it on for the south
On my momma, know a nigga be coastin'
Go nigga grab my bottles
Go nigga grab my chronic
Keep ya head up in the air my nigga
Niggas know we billionaires my nigga
Fuck how much time that shit might take
Niggas ain't playin' with em!
[hook: Travis Scott x4]
I ain't playing with these niggas
I ain't playing with
I ain't playing with these niggas
[verse 2: Big Sean]
B. I. g. sean don, my aura gold
Bitch don't you play me, don't you try me
I need the exact amount
Look at my face ho, eye to eye me
I'm a boss make sure you
And your homies dress up, tie attire
When you see me ho
Or I'll take that white tee
And tie-dye dye it
I mean, god damn nigga!
You forgot where I came from?
I'm from where you ain't from
Where you can't come, where it ain't none
Where these bitches is bitches
And they ain't nuns
Where they hate from
But as soon as you blow
They act like they been down since day one
Where there's fucking tank guns
Nigga's never join the army
Like it ain't one
If I got it then I'm huntin'
I'm either countin' or I'm cummin'
Swear I just done bought
That mansion, treat that shit
Like it's a dungeon
Up at 5am still workin'
But I treat it like it's 1
I'm never actin' like I got it
Bitch I'm actin' like
I want it on these niggas!
[hook: Travis Scott]
I ain't playing with these niggas
I ain't playing with
I ain't playing with these niggas
[bridge]
[hook: Travis Scott]
I ain't playing with these niggas
I ain't playing with
I ain't playing with these niggas
travi$ scott - goosebumps
travi$ scott - sicko mode
travi$ scott - impossible
[Verse 1]
You the one, you know me the best
You the one I call when I'm stressed
This the time of the year I feel alone
This the time of the year you treat me wrong
This the late night, you know the deal (deal)
On a late night, nowhere to chill
Yeah, I'm on the west, yeah, I'm on the west side
Off the drugs, no, I'm not the best guy
But you know I always get it done
You done had all of the rappers, I'm the one, yeah
Ain't gon' lie, I remember how it feels, yeah
Ain't gon' lie, I'mma tell you this for real, yeah
Split a pack of the woods down
Ride with me, yeah, you wish you could now
Always come and go and never fail
It was never love, I could tell now
She popping more Blue Chanel just to get it up
Parking lot full of foreign hoes on the regular
With them painted toes in them heels
Let's go find a place that's far from here, for real
[Hook]
Nights like this, nights like this
I wish I could do the impossible
I wish I could do the impossible
Nights like this, nights like this, I wish
I could do the impossible, I could do the impossible
[Verse 2]
You the one, you know me the best
You the one I call when I'm stressed
This the time of the year when I'm alone
This the time of the year we get our own
I can't lie when I ride on the west
Yeah, the west, yeah, yeah, the west side
And lately I ain't been feeling the best
Cause you the best, yeah, you my best high
They know what you're dealing with
Now you know what's wrong, what the feeling is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rastas rolling in Benz up in here
Bandits poppin' them bars up [?]
Man don't run up the bands
that make them gun claps in here
No fear, no fear, you rock, I hear
I'm gon' let you know that the man is for real
Yeah, for real, for real
[Hook]
Nights like this, nights like this
I wish I could do the impossible
I wish I could do the impossible
Nights like this, nights like this, I wish
I could do the impossible, I could do the impossible
[Outro]
I wish I could do the impossible
I wish I could do the impossible
I could do the impossible
travi$ scott - upper echelon
[Hook x2: Travi$ Scott]
Pull out the zip
Pull out the roll
We so high, upper echelon
We so fuckin' high, upper echelon
[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott]
Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie
Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic
Party at the Sphinx, damn that's so outlandish
She gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands
Walkin' through the Waldorf they know my name here
Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year
Don't you come around me, ain't got the time b
Watch me do the Randy, touchdown
Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child
Ridin' right behind her, pull up beside her
We poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider
[Hook]
[Verse 2: T. I]
You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect
Or else I guarantee you'll get wet
You fuckin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest
A choppa no less than a tech
You niggas want trouble in that I'm the best
They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that
I just might pull up wherever you at
Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat
Ok, hol' up, let me freezer
These niggas must have caught amnesia
My face caught in these streets cuh
A1 credit, no Visa
Excuse me shawty don't get me started
If yo shit sick, my shit retarded
Motherfucker can't see the tree but before I
Get wrong get shot then leave 'em in the forest
Wait til the end of the Earth
Just to get my check and bear get hurt
First thing first, this what I do
I'm a king motherfucker who the hell are you?
Jet suckas off top, I bet I do
Hustle gang in it bitch, you better lay down fool
We creme de la creme fuck them fuck niggas
Top shelf upper echelon can't fuck with us
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Pull up in the rari, my ho beside me
It's a two seater, your bitch can't ride, ho I'm sorry
Let's get it jumpin', call it center court
On the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court
Just beat the case, call it Larry Holmes
On the plane with your bitch in a carry on
I do it for my city, then I fly away
I can see tomorrow, I'm so high today
I told 'em let's pray, I keep killin' verses
Yo bitch with me, she wearin' killer purses
Pull out that seven, MAC eleven
Pastor, reverend - Versace heaven
[Hook]
travi$ scott - flying high
travi$ scott - piss on your grave
travi$ scott - beibs in the trap
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