Travis Scott - M.I.A. [Prod By Lex Luger] | Текст песни

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• Travis Scott
• M.I.A. [Prod By Lex Luger]

[Verse 1]
Lifted, I'm feelin' so gifted
Trippin', I'm constantly fallin'
Channel view of the whole villa
Plottin' while burnin' a Marley
Damn these rare thoughts is so endless
Bougie bitch whippin' the 'Rari
Out in the jungles, make it rumble
She get wet like safari
Bitches don't know, I teach 'em the ropes
Scottie the pope
Now only Giuseppe, Celine, Bottega, and parental discord
Is all that she know
Might let the drop top, since she's lampin
With the trans am, keep it low
She pulled out the hard white on the highway
For the line
Listen, pimpin' your bitches might visit
My disick, disick all business
Might blizzard
Rollup crib look like the tele
Left jelly all over her biscuit
Last spring I lost a K of teeth
I copped it but now I don't miss it
World found it, teeth probably glissin'
In fact that nigga prolly missin'

[Hook x2]
These choppers and these planes
They all doin' the same
They take me overseas
MIA

[Verse 2]
Speedin', and damn I'm leanin'
On a Kawasaki
In the lobby, then we dro codeinin'
Out in Abu Dhabi
Chain beamin', man I hope you ain't anemic
Cause you might feel drowsy
Out in Sweden, it's just me and four women
And we all playin' hockey
Blowed, Scott La Flame, pimp with no cane
Rockin' a robe in yo hood with no pass
Fuck up the flow
Nothin' but fam, cause niggas be hoes
You can have that, pass that
Light it up and then blow
Imagery abstract, it's like NASDAQ
When I stock it up and then go
Packed it up and moved to Goldman Sachs
My nigga Yeezy done taught me that
Young niggas in the soho house
Spilling booze where the barbies at
Damn homie, this a movie nigga
Take a picture of somethin', where your Kodak at?
This Scottie ain't totin' and swimmin' in women
He writin', producin', and scorin' and filmin'

[Hook x2]

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