Travi$ Scott feat. Wale - Quintana | Текст песни

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• Travi$ Scott feat. Wale
• Quintana

[Hook]
Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana
Damn she smoke my dope, swear to God we go Rambo
If you disrespect the dope, straight from Mexico call her Quintana
Damn she smoke my dope, swear to God we go Rambo
If you disrespect the dope...

[Verse 1]
Praise to the pope, bless you with this dope
Step into my world where we get ghost, cause in my mind we float
Everytime we step into 1oak, they tweaking off the coke
Fuck I'm out my mind, I'm burning bread so much lets have a toast
My niggas and momma know that if I wasn't here, nigga I'd be dead
Now I'm in the building thinking billions counting millions, what a feeling
'Member when I never ever made shit?
Now me and my niggas rocking chains and whipping slave ships
Now who the slave bitch?

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Straight from the lair or Himalayas
I got more keys than the mayor, let's have a prayer
Kelly Divine off in my pager, I'll hit her later
Dawn to dusk I'm trying to get made, I been up for days
Damn I'll never popped another pill, man that shit is real
Girl you know you fucking with La Flame, you know you know the drill
I reach to the heavens, lord forgive me I sin
May La Flame live forever, and always bring them in

[Verse 3: Wale]
God, niggas can't fuck with me
I've got a bunch of bitches tryna fuck with me
I'm unsociable with like most of them
Cause I don't socialize with them suckers, man
Lyrically I will demolish
This is the nail in the coffin, niggas is soft
Niggas remind me of nails at a spa so under-polished, novices
They barkin' up the wrong tree (double M)
Trust me if you with me then you goin' eat
I got them sweatin' like these bitches herein all day
And I'm off Atlantic, 2-1 rob 'em, bumbaclot, nigga
Not a P-O-K, I'm out for the VS
Get lifted, few zips like a Steep Tech
Use piff, short words for the loose girls
All mine's re-up, y'all regret
Don't worry 'bout my team, my team is set
Don't worry 'bout T, it's in depth
When it comes to the mothafuckin' c-notes
We’ll start us a mothafuckin' glee club
God damn...

[Bridge]
La Flame, don't play no games
These niggas is lames
This niggas ain't lords, we the new lords
(Mercy me, oh, mercy me)
(Mercy me, oh, mercy me)
(Mercy me, oh, mercy me)

[Hook]