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Oh My Dis Side By Travis Scott [Part 1: Oh My] [Travis Scott & Quavo] Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my I’ve been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my (Oh my, yeah) Oh my, oh my (Oh) I’ve been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my [Travis Scott & Quavo] I’ve been up for a long time (Ooh), broad day I’ve been popping pills (Ooh), pouring syrup (Ooh), every day Cuzo hanging at my aunty house (Bando) selling ye (Uh) I got shooters dressed in camo (Grra) Oh my (Ooh) I’ve been in and out the courthouse, jury tripping I’ve been flipping, flipping, syrup sipping (Flipping) Water whippin’ (Whippin’) Mama kicked me out the house now, oh my (Woo) I might end up on a couch now (Gah), oh my I’m on a flight now (Yeah), oh my L.A., at another couch now (Uh), oh my I’m counting up nothing but Benjamins right now (Money) Oh my I’m on a flight now (Woo), we so high ‘Bout to get some cash now (Cash), oh my Got my momma that new house now (Momma), oh my Now

3500 By Travis Scott [Future & Travis Scott] Bandana wrapped-wrapped ’round your head The bandana wrapped ’round your head F--- n-----, they scared Ain’t nobody triller than me Ain’t nobody triller than Scott Ain’t nobody trill, man, I’m takin’ they spot Yah, these n----- is scared (Ooh) [Travis Scott] 30’s in the city movin’ slow 30-30-3500 for the coat Only-only-only real n----- keep you float (Keep you float) Only trill n----- I know Only-only-only trill n----- I know Only-only-only trill n----- I know Only trill n----- I know Only-only-only trill n----- I know [Travis Scott] (30’s in the city movin’ slow) Ladies order up the champagne, a whole lot of it (Yeah!) (Only real n----- keep you float) Painkillers, ain’t got back pain, know you gotta love it (Yeah!) Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of ’em (Only trill n----- I know) Up and Down with Chase, Monday nights, we made a hobby of it (Alright! 30’s in the city movin’ slow) Still do

Wasted By Travis Scott Wasted and numb (Aw, aw, yeah, aw) Are you wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Wasted or nahhhh? Take a sip, drowning in this s--- Coppers on my hip, I hold my head I’ve been taking risks to make that money flip Shots to the head I ain’t order it, I can’t afford this s--- Go to war with this you overboard, I’m over bored with s--- Now it’s pay up player, pay a n---- Gotta day to day to stack and still I pay accounts 20 racks to show just a little allowance Only come to Houston if the boy allow it Bow your head to a real one, coming down with them main n----- H-Town don’t play with us, them wit-it boys stay wit-it I’ve been grinding, slaving over time since I was a fan Looking in the mirror like “One day, Jacques, you gon’ be the man” One skinny tatted n----, blunt flicker Young La Flame hot spitter who can’t hold his liquor, yeah [Pimp C] It’s really going down in the g------ south I’m trill, I’m country ’til the end It-it-i-it’s really goin

90210 By Travis Scott [Travis Scott, Kacy Hill & Chantel Jeffries] (Dean, what’s poppin’? Yo, Travis) Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Mama’s bailing down that road, craving 9021… [Travis Scott & Chantel Jeffries] She a p--- star girl, ah, from the valley (Honestly, God bless) Who left her hometown world all for that alley Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties (I hope it was wet like my jumper, though) Ooh, used to take the long way home Long way home, all for that candy, mm (Hahaha) [Kacy Hill] Baby’s hooked on feeling low Do, do, do Do, doo [Travis Scott] Jacques turn La Flame, now he rolling on a Addy 50 on a chain, another 50 on a Caddy, oh He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley Hmm, yeah, then find an alley, mm [Kacy Hill] Baby’s hooked on feeling low Do, do, do Do, doo [Travis Scott & Kacy Hill] In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley In the 90210, 90210, looking

Pray 4 Love By Travis Scott [The Weeknd] Oh-ohh, don’t pray for love Oh-ohh, say it loud Just ask the lonely, oh-oh Just ask the lonely, oh-oh [Travis Scott & The Weeknd] Pray for who lost they fate and died too young Pray for the ones I hate, the ones I love Pray for my liver when I’m off in this club I pray that the demons go away, they hauntin’ us Man, I can’t take no more of this lifestyle we been living Man, I can’t take no more of the white powers in position Gotta grab up J-Will, gotta scoop up J-Rich Told Chase we ain’t going back, you know we gotta hitch I mean, I’m aggravated, agitated, I admit Intoxicated, animated, got me feeling kinda lit Contemplating fornicating, might as well f--- up some s--- They looking at me way too crazy, got me feeling communist But I’m just trying to save the throne, pray for Bones, pray for Stix (Just ask the lonely) If my album never sell, then we gon’ hit that lick Tell Lamar, call up Cash, tell him buzz me at the Ri

Nightcrawler By Travis Scott [Swae Lee] (Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh) Did you have the time of your life? Let’s have the after party at my place Do you have some spare change? On me, I’ve got hundreds I’ll throw in your face Yeah, order more bottles, order more models Order more hours, shots on an island Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn’t chill me Young, free, and wildin’, order more kidneys Dope, I’m so dope All these hunnies pilin’ on the floor And we’re stuntin’, know you see the glo Girl, these hundreds, thought I’d let you know Since LA, I’ve been puttin’ on Cirque du Soleil, on and on and on I got this money, tell me what you want For this money, can you drop it low? Yeah, order more bottles, order more models Order more hours, shots on an island Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn’t chill me Young, free, and wildin’, order more kidneys Hmm, when the night calls, oh-woah-woah When the night calls, oh-oh-oh Yeah, order more bottles (O

Piss on Your Grave By Travis Scott [Kanye West] I use your face as a urinal, then do the same at your funeral Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave This one here for the executives, f--- you and all your relatives Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, n---- behave N---- behave, n---- behave [Travis Scott] Us n-----, we can’t behave We mobbed on the pave, got treated like slaves Young n----- treated like slaves This the moment I’ve been waiting for This why I moved to Cali, stepped outside and got shaded for Told momma, “B----, get back in the door” I’ve been comin’ up and down, a n---- can’t take no more Kamikaze over commas Benjamins, dividends stuffed in my jeans, I can’t fit in Poppin’ pills since droppin’ Ritalins Pop a penicillin, n----, you gotta get with it My, my, my, my, look at little Scotty now The same f------ u

Antidote By Travis Scott Don’t you open up that window Don’t you let out that antidote (Yeah!) Poppin’ pills is all we know (Ooh!) In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!) Don’t go through the front door (Through the back!) It’s lowkey at the night show (Ooh!) So don’t you open up that window (Ooh!) Don’t you let out that antidote (Yeah!) Party on a Sunday (That was fun!) Do it all again on Monday (One more time!) Spent a check on a weekend (Oh my God!) I might do it all again (That’s boss s---) I just hit a three peat (Ooh!) F----- three hoes I met this week (Robert Horry!) I don’t do no old hoes (Oh, no, no) My n----, that’s a no-no (Straight up!) She just want the coco (Cocaina!) I just want dinero (Paper hunt) Who that at the front door? (Who that is?) If it’s the feds, oh, no, no, no (Don’t let ’em in, shhh!) Don’t you open up that window (Yah!) Don’t you let out that antidote (Yah, ooh) Poppin’ pills is all we know (Yah!) In the hills is all we know (Ho

Impossible By Travis Scott 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 Yeah, 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, know I’m not the best guy But you know I always get it done, yeah 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’ma tell you this for real (What) 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 pop ’em up, 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 Far from here Nights like this, nights like this, I wish I could do the impossible I wish I could

Maria I’m Drunk By Travis Scott [Part I: Maria] Made it to L.A., yeah Finally in L.A., yeah Lookin’ for the weed though Tryna make my own dough Callin’ for Maria Lost without Maria Might dive in the marina (Ooo-oooh, uooo-ooh) So trust me, baby trust me Trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me I don’t mind Trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me I don’t mind Trust me, trust me Trust me, trust me Trust me, trust me Yeah, I don’t mind [Part II: Drunk] [Young Thug & Travis Scott] Travis Scott You know, woah Thugger Thugger, n---- [Young Thug with Travis Scott] Call your friends, let’s get drunk (Let’s get drunk, ayy) Call your friends, let’s get drunk Call your friends and let’s get drunk (Call your friends, let’s get drunk) Call your friends and let’s get drunk (Hey) (Call your friends, let’s get drunk) Call your friends, let’s get drunk Call your friends, let’s get drunk Call your friends and let’s

Flying High By Travis Scott [Toro y Moi & Travis Scott] I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high I be flying high, shawty, I be flying high If you ain’t up on my level, disappear, please don’t reply, bye I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, shawty I be flying high, yeah, I be flying high, yeah Take a sip revive, take a trip to the down south [Travis Scott] I be flying high, can’t you tell from my red eyes? Took a trip from Paris down to Houston for your apple pie Where the girls get way too drunk And they got that in they trunk Now turn around and show the world How you shake that rumpty rump Say it, we don’t f--- with cops Oh no, we don’t f--- with cops In my backseat, I got four freaks Who love how my speakers knock Don’t bring no sand to the beach All we want is love and peace We’ll find a girl to bring home ‘Cause we about to take a flight to go be on, ye

2 DAYS AGO I Can Tell By Travis Scott I can tell I can tell, baby, I can tell Ooh, I can tell, baby, I can tell You ain’t told no tales, you ain’t told no tales Yeah, gone out of your way, you know we can tell Yeah, I can tell, baby, I can tell I can tell, baby, I can tell I can tell, baby, I can tell I can tell I can tell by the night tales and the dry spells All the wrong ones and the right things to stay away from And how we took off and how we on top And how we won’t fall, how we going up Or how we came up, or how we came up It all started in the basement Was an attic but we called that s--- the basement Bass used to break all my momma vases Unc shot my first 8 then n---- I probably wasn’t eight then Always had the gas like I broke wind They said my way of making dollars never made sense Come take a dive, a waterfall in the deep end I can tell you ’bout the nights out in Fort Bend I can tell, baby, I can tell I can tell, baby, I can tell Yeah, you ain’

Apple Pie By Travis Scott She say your bad a-- always had a thing for sweets Guess that’s why I’m so hot on the street Won’t you and your friends come eat with me And let me show you how to whip that recipe She say your bad a-- always had a thing for sweets Guess that’s why I’m so hot on the street Won’t you come over and eat with me And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe I don’t want your apple pie, mama Yeah, I ain’t tryna dap up n----- blockin’ me Yeah, made it out the spot, straight to Quintana And I’m still that n---- with diamonds on my blocka I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup I bet I take your b----, she take that d--- straight up the stasher Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas I just seek out to find my home, why can’t they just leave me ‘lone ‘Cause I don’t want your apple pie, no no mama I don’t want your apple pie, no, yeah I don’t want your apple pie, mama I don’t want your apple pie no more

Ok Alright By Travis Scott [Part 1: Ok] [Zona Man] Yeah, you know, we gon’ be aight Leaders of the new school They ain’t want to let us in but they had to Trav, tell ’em what it is Zona Man in the building [Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q] Okay, okay, okay Already know it’s gon’ be alright Way we going up we might be all night Okay, okay, ay Now we gon’ blow like the wind Should’ve never let us n----- in Okay, okay, okay, okay Should’ve never let them n----- in Should’ve never, should’ve never let them n----- in Should’ve never let them n----- in Should’ve-should’ve-should’ve never let us n----- in Should’ve never let us n----- in Should’ve-should’ve-should’ve never let us n----- in Okay, okay, okay [Travis Scott & ScHoolboy Q] Let’s get this s--- lit poured right Need my drugs alright Call my b---- up, she gon’ s--- this d--- four ways Four ways, now it’s time to pay Need my money now, not tomorrow, need that s--- today Okay, okay, okay, okay Now it

Never Catch Me By Travis Scott She take a shot of Hennessy I take a shot of Pimp C and slow up I do this s--- for him and me I’m the next lone star to blow-up Picture being locked in a box Selling beats ’cause you need dollars They say I can make it to the league, mama 500 dollars all we need, mama Then we gon’ be on Tired of seeing the lights off Pops heatin’ up the stove Was close to stealing and killing, now just to get ’em on Couple drinks down of Rose I’m tipsy, y’all faces done look like an emoji The RAV4 turned into a Rover ‘Til it took flight and ended up on the shoulder Now our money a little longer Lookin’ back how we finnesin’, we ain’t know s--- They gave me three, got twenty five on the low Who knew that lump sum would get me on? My fifteen seconds last a little longer, longer I can s--- all day, diaper Call that eat-all-day; itis Will I ever fall off? I doubt it No, no, no, no All these diamonds shinin’ All this gold on me, all these foes on u

HIGHEST IN THE ROOM (REMIX) By Travis Scott [ROSALIA] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Travis Scott] I got room, in my fumes (Yeah) She fill my mind up with ideas I’m the highest in the room (It’s lit) Hope I make it outta here (Let’s go) [Travis Scott, ROSALIA & Both] She saw my eyes, she know I’m gone (Ah) I see some things that you might fear I’m doin’ a show, I’ll be back soon (Soon) That ain’t what she wanna hear (Nah) Now I got her in my room (Ah) Legs wrapped around my beard (Uh) Got the fastest car, it zoom (Zoom) Hope we make it outta here When I’m with you, I feel alive You say you love me, don’t you lie (Yeah) Won’t cross my heart, don’t wanna die Keep the pistol on my side (Yeah) [Travis Scott & ROSALIA] Case it’s fumes She fill my mind up with ideas (Straight up) I’m the highest in the room (It’s lit) Hope I make it outta here (Let’s go) [ROSALIA & Travis Scott] Su black Ferrari le doy gas (Uh) Caballos suenan con delay (‘Lay) Si quieres

[Intro: ROSALÍA] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Travis Scott] I got room, in my fumes (Yeah) She fill my mind up with ideas I’m the highest in the room (It’s lit) Hope I make it outta here (Let’s go) [Verse 1: Travis Scott, ROSALÍA & Both] She saw my eyes, she know I’m gone (Ah) I see some things that you might fear I’m doin’ a show, I’ll be back soon (Soon) That ain’t what she wanna hear (Nah) Now I got her in my room (Ah) Legs wrapped around my beard (Uh) Got the fastest car, it zoom (Zoom) Hope we make it outta here When I’m with you, I feel alive You say you love me, don’t you lie (Yeah) Won’t cross my heart, don’t wanna die Keep the pistol on my side (Yeah) [Chorus: Travis Scott & ROSALÍA] Case it’s fumes She fill my mind up with ideas (Straight up) I’m the highest in the room (It’s lit) Hope I make it outta here (Let’s go) [Verse 2: ROSALÍA & Travis Scott] Su black Ferrari le doy gas (Uh) Caballos suenan con delay (‘Lay) Si quieres