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Travis Scott – MODERN JAM ( Lyrics) Letra TravisScottVEVO Travis Scott – MODERN JAM ( Lyrics)
Yeah, turn up
To the maker
The breaker
Riff shaker, earth shaker
Annihilator
Yeah

Baby, please get off the gram
I like to keep that in the stands
I upgrade my only fan
With you I don’t need a camp
This right here my new modern jam
I’m on fire, new burnin’ man
She like the view, that’s an on demand
He get mad, brought her home from France
This shit wrong, put it on the bible
I like a bi girl on a bitchcycle
Then I bought a car and she feel entitled
My dick so hard, walkin’ like the Eiffel
I just need the world, I ain’t hard to please
The way I keep the knowledge, they gon’ Socrates
I got ‘em levitatin’ way off the deeds
The way I make it jump, I make it hard to breathe

Ah, ah
The annihilator
Forever [?]
True upgrader
Heart breaker

Baby, don’t you now I got to go
Got the glow and they got the show
Know it’s been a year since I seen a row
Had me inside like I’m on parole
I’m outside like I’m on control
I hear the Zeitgeist now I’m in the zone
You know they say you up when you finally free
It won’t feel right if it’s only me
If you’re scared, nigga, say a grace
I got the formula like I own the race
I got the keys with me like I own the place
If these niggas on top, then I’m outta space
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Travis Scott – I KNOW ? ( Lyrics) Letra TravisScottVEVO Travis Scott – I KNOW ? ( Lyrics)
Tell me, is she still up? (Up)
It’s five AM and I’m drunk right now
Tell me, can we still fuck?
One of one, I’m in the zone right now
Tell me, am I still? Mm
Tellin’ you just how I feel right now
You say it’s just the drugs, and I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I lied too, way before, before
Before I had you right in my arms
But then again, I can be drunk (It’s lit, yeah)

Baby, I don’t wanna sound righteous (yeah)
I got twenty bitches suckin’ like bisons
I just eeny, meeny, miney, roll the dices, I pick her (pop it, pop it)
She ain’t really even my type, been out here
And now she been losin’ herself to the night shift
She been losin’ herself, and I get it, oh, girl, yeah, I get it
Yeah, yeah, you’ve been fightin’ for your shot
And you’ve been searchin’ for your spot
Girl, I feel it, yeah, girl, I feel it, yeah
But you think you got your groove
But you want someone like you (let’s go)

Tell me, is she still up? (Up)
It’s five AM and I’m drunk right now
Tell me, can we still fuck?
One of one, I’m in the zone right now
Tell me, am I still? Mm
Tellin’ you just how I feel right now
You say it’s just the drugs, and I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (ooh, it’s the kid, louder)
I lied too, way before, before (ooh, how they feelin’, how they feelin’)
Before I had you right in my arms (feelin’ like some money, baby)
But then again, I can be drunk (yeah)

I know, mami, I know (know), it’s two AM, don’t stress
Two-three, that blue shit kickin’, and thirty, I feel you best
I turned my whole spot to crucial, it’s crucial, the way I left (lit)
Upstairs is like a [?], I love, it just be the best (let’s go)
I’m lookin’ at her, rehearsin’ what I’m tellin’ to you (her)
Now you tryna fuck up my mind, is it you, is it her?
We brought booby check to the ‘burbs
F29 is my address, in case you ain’t heard
It’s flooded upstairs, it’s a leak
I make this shit squeak, make it squeak
I make this shit beat, bon appetit when I feast
Slippin’ and slide through the streets, it takes a finesse
Especially in this [?] Jeep, engine make chaotic creep
She leave the gate open, through the side door, I’ma creep (ooh, ooh)
Are you ‘bout it? Too real, and are the kids downstairs asleep?
And are you upstairs by yourself? A minute from there
Is there some room for me? Baby, do tell, do tell

Tell me, is she still up? (Up)
It’s five AM and I’m drunk right now
Tell me, can we still fuck? (Drop that shit)
One of one, I’m in the zone right now
Tell me, am I still? Mm
Tellin’ you just how I feel right now
You say it’s just the drugs, and I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I lied too, way before (let’s go), before
Before I had you right inside my arms
But then again, I can be drunk
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Travis Scott – LOST FOREVER Lyrics Letra TravisScottVEVO Travis Scott – LOST FOREVER ( Lyrics)
Have you ever been lost?
Have you ever been lost?
Forever

Lost on islands, driven in boat cars
Just bring your girl, feel like she both ours
Young black nigga work at the Auchans (Auchans)
So how we here trapped on the ocean?
‘Bout to go up a level of disrespectful
I’m just one chain away from goin’ heavy metal
I’m just one angel away from blockin’ out the devil
Just one mountain away from meetin’ all my rebels
Too much power, too many hours all in a day
I sent her flowers, ain’t talkin roses, I’m talkin’ maoda
Ask if she “Ha-ha-ha”, I really doubt it (Ha-ha-ha)
Took her through the Hills at noon, she felt the— (And how wonderful, how wonderful)
Baby girl think she in Honolu’ (Wonderful)
Don’t you know you in the I-5 loop? (How wonderful)
How many chickens fit in the coupe? (How wonderful, wonderful)
Wonderful, she don’t wanna leave
She jump up, bounce back like trampoline (Have you ever been lost?)

Ayo, whip the cocaine ‘til the pot bust (‘Til the pot bust, ah)
You was on the porch, I was locked up (I was locked up, ah)
Two-tone Maybach truck with the Maxwells (Skrrt, Maxwells)
Think a nigga shot somethin’ (Ah)
Put it to your face, watch a motherfucker blow (Boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
Daytona, different color face on the road (Ah)
Ten on his head, he be dead by the mornin’ (By the mornin’)
I can get dirty for the stove (Ah)
Dior trench shit hang to the floor (Ah)
Dior goggles, I ain’t playin’ with you hoes (Uh-uh)
Out in South Beach with the poles in the Rolls (Skrrt, boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
Good to see ya dudes, alligators on the toes (Ah)
Fashion week I’ma strut too, bitches (Ah)
Hundred-round drum, make a nigga go get it (Make a nigga go get it, grrt)
Tribe go to sell a fifth, bucket while we drillin’ (Boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
Had to sneak my new Glock up in Lenox (Ah)
Free Sly Green he got Wayne Perry digits
Socks Burberry, dick sucks on the visit (Ah, brrrt)

First one to pop, first to earn the stripes
Three strikes in, twenty-five to life (Uh-uh)
Hyping up the building, hyping up the sights
Whips got the wings of angel kit
I been wanting this shit my whole life, I didn’t pray for it
She want me to come into his house but I can’t kick it
She want the whole dub-dub E, but I ain’t convinced
Never met her she, but she met Sheck, she don’t need a prince
Took her off the O into the D, she ain’t take offense
Way we got it bouncin’ off the boards we making prints
Wait until I step into the floor and then they commence

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Travis Scott – SKITZO Lyrics Letra TravisScottVEVO Travis Scott – SKITZO ()
Travis Scott – SKITZO
Chorus: Travis Scott
Believe me, I move at night when they really can’t see me
I ran it back last time but it ain’t last time
I got so much around the house, I had to hide mine (Yeah, oh)

Verse 1: Travis Scott
Throw it all, before I hit the door, she dropped ‘em, had the clothes off (Oh)
I thought it was a setup, watch her, I can’t doze off
The dogs out the kennel, watchin’ with the scope off
With the heat talk, watch it burn your soul off
I took ‘em out of office, now they work for me now
I took her out the background, she play the lead now (Lead)
Put her in the back, made her hold the trees down (Trees)
Tryna tell you what I need, somebody do that there
Late at night, at home, get ratchet, can you do that there?
Way out when I’m on road, you send me do that there
Told you I’ma be right back as long as—
Told you I’ma be right back as long as—
Do that there, do that there
Way out when— (Yeah)
Do that there
Late at night, at home, get ratchet, can you do that there? (Can you do it?)
Told you I’ma be right back as long as—, do that there
(Told you I’ma be right back as long as—)
Chorus: Travis Scott & Young Thug
Believe me, I move at night when they really can’t see me
I ran it back last time but it ain’t last time
I got so much around the house, I had to hide mine (To hide mine)
Let’s go

Verse 2: Young Thug & Travis Scott
Bling-bling, I get a rush every time I see some diamonds
She get it up, she gon’ bounce it like a trampoline
Keep up with swag, she be fresher than a mannequin
All type of bags in her closet like she married to me, married to me
You a ho so Patek Phillipe
Keep it right there with my postcode (Postcode)
I been jumpin’ out the gym with no Jordans on (Woah)
She been all above the rim or torsos (Woah)
Princess cuts, diamonds, I got plenty
Lift it up, air it out, like linen (Yah)
Rolls Royce, big ol’ truck, I’m in it (Yah)
Bouncing ‘round like he want smoke, I’m a chimney (Yah)
Tall, her hair long, she Jamaican (‘Maican)
And she tryna rage in the bedroom (Yah)
And she got a Rollie on her leg too (Leg too)
And it’s plain gold, Ace of Spade too (Yeah)
Coco Chanel for reals on her toes
I got white folk money, Eminem with no gold
I got rose gold teeth and rose gold rims on my Rolls
Peep the way they lookin’, we gettin’ richer than a bookie, ayy
Chorus: Travis Scott
Believe me, I move at night when they really can’t see me
I ran it back last time but it ain’t last time
I got so much around the house, I had to hide mine (To hide mine)
Believe me, I move at night when they really can’t see me
I ran it back last time but it ain’t last time
I got so much around the house, I had to hide mine (To hide mine)

Part II

Intro: Travis Scott
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

Verse: Travis Scott
Without goin’ deep Shakespeare
Took the squad, brought the play right here
Got the vision and I made that clear
Up from two ‘til it’s two runnin’ plays like the Tennessee kid
I’m the one, that’s why they tryna hurt the kid
I’m the one, JH, with the braids with the lights with the ike and the smoke but I can’t stay away
See, this life? Man, I can’t stay away
Find a vice, man, I can’t stay away
Find it hard, why I can’t play it safe?
Seen the top ten pen list, I don’t even know how they could pin this
Knowin’ that I’m the human Pinterest
Need true love but I know true love’s like a friendship
But even Titanic had an endin’
I rock the boat with ice so expensive
Hair long, not no extensions
Money long, shit is extended
She need me now, she need me a pendant
I said you need me now, I ain’t finished, huh
Part III

Segue: Travis Scott
I said, you need me now
I said, you need me now
You need me (Ah)

Verse: Travis Scott
I stick to the code, binary like I’s and O’s (Ooh)
I’m too exposed, I gotta keep curtains closed (Closed)
Her body boat, she hid it behind the clothes (Skeet, skeet, skeet)
I’m in Cabo, I’m hittin’ these adios
Tryna balance all these up and downs but I keep poppin’ lows (Lows)
What it is? What it is? That’s just how it goes
Pure session, I just kept progressin’, and finally found the flow (Flow)
If the answers down there with the devil, I may never know (Let’s go)
My dawg just got freed out the precinct (Free)
Hid it in my bag, let’s hit Turks for the weekend (Let’s go)
Why did I pop two out that whole pack? Dawg, I’m tweakin’ (Geeked)
Baby girl, come suck, keep me up, ain’t no sleepin’, ooh
She gon’ let me beat that body up like we beefin’ (Beefin’)
Better yet she vegan (Vegan), better yet she tweakin’ (Tweakin’)
Yeah, 6 A.M., I hit my alarm clock (Yeah)
You see the vision, this shit non-stop, gotta keep my palms hot (Hot)
Got long roads in my backyard, bitch, I’m a lonestar
The droptop came with the top, I cut the door apart
My brodie keep a stainless to steal, ain’t no Chrome Heart (Grr)
I cut some off, I had to better myself
Against the odds, I’d bet on myself
I was at Frank Gibbins before Thanksgiving, thanks to my health
Too many flaws, tryna generate wealth
Man, that’s how you go broke and lose bros and lose hope in this shit
I was thinkin’ that we both could be rich, I guess it’s one-sided
Crazy how they love to talk shit and got no Trident
I’m loyal, bitch, I got Ye over Biden
I let the shit go off the top, yeah, no typin’
How I go from overlooked to these niggas is overbitin’?
How I’m always in they ear? I’m enticin’
And you ain’t gotta take it from me, I’m advisin’, for real

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Travis Scott – THANK GOD Lyrics Letra TravisScottVEVO Travis Scott – THANK GOD ()
Travis Scott – THANK GOD
I won’t doubt it, I won’t
He won’t mislead all his followers
Prayin’ on the process, minus Spirit
Feel like
Like I’m floatin’
In my prime time

One life, live it, right now
One life, live it, yeah

Goodbyes, that’s life
For times, for life
For life, from down my eyes
Thank God I’m free tonight (let me in)
Ooh

Got God on the line
Tell the devil I’m fine
He always tryin’
Tryin’ his best (no question)
Top of the pole, me and my bros
When the story gets old
It’s gon’ be BMF (mucho gracias)
This shit sound hard
The one made easy
You can’t live twice
Thank God I’m breathin’

One life, live it, right now
One life, live it, yeah

Goodbyes, that’s life
For times, for life
For life, from down my eyes
Thank God I breathe tonight (let me in)

Oh

Still no pressure
Thank God, I breathe
‘Cause shit I speak is what they need, I tell no lies
But still up top, they still can’t drop but what if they not
Yeah, yeah
Last tape was filled up with slaps, I just gotta run this shit back
Didn’t like the way this shit went down at the awards, I admit it, turned to a beat
This that shit right here that get me goin’, after I pop me a piece
Brodie, we killin’ the critics and killin’ the hate, might gotta talk to a priest
The way we evolved and knocked down walls, this shit’s outrageous
A quarter back calls, they don’t like 12 except Tom Brady
Can show up my stock, I still stack tall, they still can’t trade me
Storm’s a minor but you know she livin’ major (that’s right, daddy)
When you flyin’ up this high, it ain’t no cables
Shit so lit, what happen in Vegas, it stay in Vegas
Mornin’ time, we check the news, we made the papers
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Travis Scott – HYAENA Lyrics Letra TravisScottVEVO Travis Scott – HYAENA ()
Travis Scott – HYAENA
The situation we are in at this time
Neither a good one, nor is it so unblessed
It can change, it can stay the same
I can say, I can make my claim
Help, help, help

Yeah, okay
This shit is outta control
I’m drivin’ through Hell and I done brought snow
It’s shinin’ in here and I done brought glow
I hear the sirens right out the chateau, run me the info
Tryna hear what you did and how you came close
‘Cause I get bobblehead like I done made pro
I made Italian bread like I done made dough
I be all around the map
Rock a show by myself like I’m Chelsea Handler
I’ll write a series ‘bout my bitches like I’m Kelsea Grammar
I made the check Jawhawk ‘cause it’s outta Kansas
You know it’s [?] in my top, I’m in my esperanza
You know it’s slammin’ wall to wall, we gotta fill the stands up
With slaps and the anthems
Poetic justice, I got you in all my stanzas
Your model stands up, queue everything I know about it

What we know
Where you shall go
Power, ah

Uh, yeah
C-notes, B-notes, I took the biggest boat
We stayed down for life, it’s like a [?] ball
We too much involved to spend a single ounce of time
She bust a whole ounce up doin’ lines
I had to leave, had to leave through dreams
[?] That stress, then I took that sweat
We took ‘em 35 to 1 like that shit roulette
Hold up, baby, part it, we deliver
[?], That’s a second lease
Buy it, never lease it but I gotta lease it
Mona, Mona type of pieces, man, got a nice Jesus
Skip it, hit the ceiling bright and early
Got it with me, I’m shotty while I let you with me
I’m too [?] to let you read, feeling tank is empty
Gotta feel me, pockets dumb fat and I gotta strange squad with me
And that’s everything I know about it

Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time
For y’all have knocked her up
I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe
I was not offended
For I knew I had to rise above it all
-Shit
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Travis Scott – MELTDOWN Lyrics Letra TravisScottVEVO Travis Scott – MELTDOWN
Yeah
Tensions is definitely rising
T’d up right now
T time, T time
T time, T time, T time

Teatime like I got a cup of this shit
Tee time like golf at a quarter to six
I’d love to fuck on a regular bitch
Famous hoes lame but they stay on my dick
Heard your new joint, it’s embarrassing, shit
You talk to the cops on some therapist shit
You act like you love this American shit
But, really, the truth is you scared of the 6
Yeah, you scared of the 6
Yeah, you scared of the 6
Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke
Now you wanna go and inherit that shit
Don’t talk to the boy ‘bout comparisons, shit
Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit
The weapons we got are some terrorist shit
Like TV producers we, grr,
We airing this shit
She askin’ for bread for her parents and shit
I told her, “I don’t got no cash”
And she said she gon’ wait on a rack,
On some Arabic shit
I pull out a million and stare at the shit
My dick just got hard ‘cause a wire just hit
My schedule is out, come spin us, for real
Man, fuck all that spinnin’ the narrative shit
I melt down the chains that I bought from yo’ boss
Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit
Since V not around,
The members done hung up the Louis
They not even wearing that shit
Don’t come to the boy ‘bout repairing some shit
Don’t come to the boy about sparing some shit
You lucky that Vogue was suing
‘Cause I would’ve been with the Wassas in Paris and shit

Is you fuckin’ crazy? Is you fuckin’ crazy? (Ah)
And they scared of the seven (Seven)
After one-three then we turn up eleven (Yeah)
Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven (It’s lit)
Me at the house, I got seven in heaven
They think I’m satanic, I keep me a reverend
And shawty a therapist, poppin’ her shit
She inching my way and she started confessing
I know what’s at stake,
I’m screamin’, “Free Jeffrey”
Connect collect calls right off of the celly
Gave her the blues, not talkin’ ‘bout belly
Don’t keep it sincere, I go Makaveli
I got the juice, now it’s heavy (Juice)
Always on t-time, been ready (T, ah) , yeah
Is you fucking crazy? Is you f— (Yeah, stoned, let’s go)
Wrappin’ the cheese, wrap around me
‘Cause I’ve got property (Wrap, cheese, wrap)
Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs)
Got the Willy Wonka factory (Vs)
Burn a athlete like it’s calories
Find another flame hot as me, bitch

(Ooh)

Yeah, is you fucking crazy? (Nah)
Is you fucking crazy? (What?)
Is you fucking crazy? (Nah, nah)
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fuckin’—
Is you fuckin’—
Is you fucking crazy?

I met these Texas boys and ran it up a couple, maybe
(Couple, maybe)
Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, fuck Mercedes
(Fuck Mercedes)
I’ll fuck a nigga bitch but she can’t have the baby
(Have the baby)
I’ll shoot your ass in Walmart like I’m DaBaby
(In Walmart)
Your boy going Lionel Messi,
I go Tom Brady
(Woo)
Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (Woo)
Now I let the chains hang,
You gotta tuck yours maybe
(Tuck it, tuck it)
Niggas talkin’ Scarface,
I’m that in real life (Ooh)
Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy?
(Fuckin’ crazy)
Man, the club ain’t been the same since we lost Mercedes
(Straight up)
Man, the clique ain’t been the same
Since they lost the greatest
(Nah, nah, nah)
We outside with the army,
So you need the—, uh-uh
Them boys rollin’ all brown
Like they whippin’ gravy
Make a circus outside
Like it’s Barnum’s Bailey (It’s lit)
Blickey hanging on my side,
It’s like it’s really banging
(Blickey, blickey, blickey)
She move her panties to the side,
She want it raw when faded
(Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)

Is you fucking crazy?
Is you fucking crazy?
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Is you fuckin’—
Is you fuckin’—
Is you fucking crazy?
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