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gold blackberry - travis scott lyrics

[intro]
(tay keith, f*ck these n*ggas up!)

[verse 1]
gold blackberry when i talk, look she pimpin’
made 14 million, just because like the simpsons
geeked from whatever is in my drink, i feel the symptoms
back to back lambos on the road, i think i’m trippin’
think that they can pop up on the bros, i don’t get it
open up the doors and flood the floor, so they can witness
how we breakin’ every record at the guinness
once i take one down it don’t take long for it to kick in (woo)
just to kick in, she been bouncin’ that for way too long, got motion sickness
i see you had live on every song, but you religious
did it in my office, f*ck thе crib, got straight to business
night watch, up top, out in beverly hills with baps, it ain’t no bops
wе done had to get the pimp, we got the drop
when they pay, don’t want the cash, i’ll take the stock
rapper turned grave digger way i’m k!llin’
you can tell by way i wear the watch, who really winnin’
your life like that rollie, you bust down is really tickin’ (tick*tock, tick*tock)

[verse 2]
wait a minute, baby girl don’t like to play no games, like the scrimmage
bulletproof the wraith, ’cause bullets rain when in the trenches
all the dawgs is down to take your life and take the sentence
once he take one down it don’t take long for it to kick in (tay keith, f*ck these n*ggas up!)
just to kick in
won’t you come and slide up on the side see how we livin’
every time we go and pop up outside they start to fl!ckin’
party at the crib and i tell shawty bring the b*tches
when we take out the floor seats it’s outstandin’
i am not a rapper, i’m a gambler i take chances
i am not a trapper, but got white girl on the mattress
i’m back on the sampler, makin’ jammers that’s my status
sick as h*ll i got a money problem, guess it is what i’m diagnosed with
f*ck mirandas let the lawyer handle, throw a bag to him for the fee
shawty savvy she gon run the track and n*gga we ain’t even gotta meet
if she on the phone, know she ’bout it ’bout it, ’bout it ’bout it ’bout it, yeah

- travis scott lyrics

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