Travis Scott

125 people filed a lawsuit against Travis Scott after the death of people at the concert

In the United States, 125 music festival spectators have filed a $ 750 million class action lawsuit against concert organizers following the deaths in a stampede.

According to The Wall Street Journal, the defendants are the rappers Travis Scott and Drake, an entertainment company and Apple, whose Apple Music service was a festival partner. The lawsuit says that musicians and companies failed to create a safe environment at the event.

Scott's performance took place on November 5 in Texas at the Astroworld festival, which attracted almost 50 thousand people. At some point, people in the crowd began to move closer to the stage, chaos and panic began. Due to the displacement of people, several people fell to the ground and were crushed by the crowd.

Eight people, including teenagers 14 and 16 years old, became victims of the stampede. More than 300 people were injured.

Later, a 22-year-old student at the University of Texas died from severe injuries received. On Monday, November 15, it became known about the death in the hospital of the tenth spectator, a nine-year-old boy.

There were no Russian citizens among the victims of the concert, according to the & nbsp; Consulate General & nbsp; RF.

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Travis Scott – 3500 Lyrics

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[Chorus]
30’s in the city movin’ slow
30-30-3500 for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float, keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know (Yeah)
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
(Take some of the reverb off)

[Verse]
(30’s in the city movin’ slow)
Ladies order up the champagne, they need a lotta of it
(Only real niggas keep you float)
Uh, addin’ up, off a pan-pain, and he got it of it
Uh, odds on, with a hold things, got a lobby of it
(Only trill niggas I know)
Parted up on the halls, ayy, got a hobby of it
(30’s in the city movin’ slow)
All’s on with a mon on, with a [?] of it
(Only real niggas keep you float)
Sat in car with a no-name, need to rob me of it
(Only trill niggas I know)
Sat in car with the orders, ayy, with a [?] of it
Uh, how you use in the [?]? Made a [?] of it
(30’s in the city movin’ slow)
Poppy on to get it poppin’ with me when they hobby of it
Uh, ridin’ through, I got the hoes on with the velasey of it
(Only trill niggas I know)
Uh, me and Metro do the same drugs, we got a lava of it
All the cups, I got the audio, we got a army of it
Uh, what’s a God with the whole words and a army of it
Uh, trill niggas, bunch of trill niggas out the [?] of it
(Only trill niggas I know)
Uh, woke asagi of the [?], got a [?]
Uh, whole club, we got the [?], free my [?]
Damn, good Lord

[Chorus]
30’s in the city movin’ slow
30-30-3500 for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float, keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know

[Open Verse]
(30’s in the city movin’ slow)
(Only real niggas keep you float)
(Only trill niggas I know)
(Only trill niggas I know)
(30’s in the city movin’ slow)
(Only real niggas keep you float)
(Only trill niggas I know)
(30’s in the city movin’ slow)
(Only trill niggas I know)
(Only trill niggas I know)

Uncle Murda – Rap Up 2018 Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s that time of year again
Don’t Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y’all only rock with me ’cause I’m disrespectful
Y’all know I don’t care ’bout these niggas
Happy New Year

[Verse 1]
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I’m like, “Damn, why they doin’ that to 50 Cent son?” (Aw)
Can’t forget about him gettin’ robbed and kidnapped
Y’all thought he was jokin’, nah, that was all big facts (That really happened)
He even talked on himself about gettin’ jacked
Ebro said he had the worst verse on “Get the Strap” (Ha)
“Suck my dick, suck my dick,” that’s what Tekashi said (Yup)
Free 6ix9ine, tell that lil’ nigga hold his head (TreyWay)
He went to Chicago and ain’t get shot
Just for goin’, fuck what time it was, he still get props
Him and his security was supposed to die there (Woo)
Somebody sent shots at Chief Keef in Time Square (Bang, bang)
Suge got 28 years, you don’t hear about him
Nobody sayin’ “Free Suge,” ’cause nobody care ’bout him (Nope)
Nicki ain’t wanna fight when Cardi tried to pop
But Cardi the one that left Fashion Week with a knot (Damn)
Jill Scott video when viral on some other shit
She need to teach Blac Chyna how to suck a dick (She need help)
Nicki vs Cardi, who side y’all choosin’?
Nicki rap better, but Cardi puttin’ out better music
Whatever Cardi drop hot, the people like the shit
Flex not a fan of Cardi ’cause she don’t write the shit (So what?)
Young Buck got caught up in some gay shit
‘Cause them G Unit niggas thought I wasn’t gon’ say shit (What!?)
Nah, fuck that, he got caught with a tranny
(Take it easy on that nigga, Murda, he still family)
(Alright, alright, alright)
Dwight Howard got caught with a tranny nigga
So much pussy out here, I don’t be understandin’ niggas
Huh, Kanye still a mess
Don’t want no 350s ’round me, Drake said it the best
He think Drake fucked Kim K, that nigga stressed (He did)
He out here with Donald Trump dick on his breath
You be embarrassin’ yourself when you in a public settin’, Ye
Now I see why Jay Z ain’t go to your weddin’, Ye (I see why)
And you got lipo, what’s next, Ye, ass shots?
With that red hat lookin’ like a Donald Trump mascot
Nigga lost his mind, he need to lose his voice
How you on TMZ sayin’ slavery was a choice? (How?)
Don’t put no new music out, we don’t wanna hear that shit
You a coon and you fucked up Teyana Taylor’s shit (Fuck boy)
Bill Cosby locked up with the goons
We know he guilty, but free Bill, he gon’ die soon (Free Bill)
I swear them crackers actin’ like they shit don’t stink
That’s what you get though, Bill, for puttin’ pills in them bitches drinks (Damn)
Meek Mill came home, got picked up in a helicopter
Went to the game, was in the locker room with the whole roster (Whoa!)
Know that judge hated that, she don’t wanna see him prosper
He had some good lawyers on it like Ghost had Proctor (Yeah)
Talk about Power, RIP Kanan
Tommy shot Angela, crazy ass Caucasian (Tommy!)
Now you know him and Ghost gon’ have a few issues
When Tariq finally get killed, nobody gon’ miss you (We not)
My “Get The Strap” video came on after Kanan died
I was hype to be on Starz, I ain’t even gon’ lie
50 put me in a movie with Bruce Willis
Don’t laugh at me, y’all, they killed me in like 2 minutes (Ha-ha)

[Chorus]
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It’s that time of the year, so I’ma talk about it (What?)
They know what happen, they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (Whoa, whoa)
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’)

[Verse 2]
Birdman got tired of gettin’ called the fuck out
Finally payed Wayne and he let the Carter V come out (Thank you!)
Juelz at the airport, forgot that he had a gun (How?)
Drake ain’t want nobody to know that he had a son
Drake vs Pusha T, that was a good one
If Drake would’ve responded, I think he could’ve won
Lettin’ us know Drake had a kid was a genius move (It was)
Minus that, the second diss track was just cool (A’ight)
Drake ain’t respond so Push got the W
Drake told LeBron somebody gonna end up snuffin’ you (Ha-ha)
Rondo snuffed Chris Paul and spit on him
Carmelo got the whole NBA tryna shit on him (Damn)
Nobody don’t wanna sign him, it don’t make no sense
Actin’ like he ain’t even good enough to come off the bench (He ain’t that bad)
Draymond Green called Kevin Durant a bitch
The NFL hated how Nike got behind Kaepernick
JR got the rebound and ran the wrong way (What you doin’?)
LeBron said, “Fuck this, I’m takin’ my talents to LA”
Cleveland ain’t shit without him, tell me I’m lyin’
Black people don’t give a fuck about George Bush dyin’ (We don’t)
RIP Stan Lee, wish it was Donald Trump
Lil Uzi made Rich the Kid look like a punk
No “Plug Walk,” he did the plug right, he was out
And he got robbed and beat up at his bitch house (Damn)
I think Tori Brixx locked you up for your new freezer
Quevo said he fucked Nicki, she ain’t deny it neither (She didn’t)
Nicki vs Travis Scott, she don’t like that nigga
He only out sold her ’cause he fuckin’ Kylie Jenner (Word)
Kim was on ecstasy when Ray J recorded, that’s what she just said
For Ray, is the show gettin’ boring?
Saw Chloe baby father cheatin’ on TMZ
Nipsey Hussle slapped some nigga outside BET
Free Ralo and AR-Ab they in the feds
Bring XXXTentacion back, bring Trippie Redd (RIP X)
Bring Mac Miller back, take Lil Xan
Fuck him anyway, shorty ain’t no 2Pac fan
Nas dropped and Jay dropped with Bey on the same day
Like Ether got Jay still feelin’ some kind of way
Jay was in that water, like, “I’ma protect me”
With the helmet on, lookin’ funny ridin’ that jet-ski (That was funny)
And he checked Offset for callin’ Bey a bitch
Cardi left Offset because of the cheatin’ shit
Give him another chance, he on the Gram explainin’ it
He ain’t fuck shorty, he was just entertainin’ it (I believe it)
Wendy Williams, talk about how yo’ husband cheatin’
Havin’ a oops baby with another girl, now you leavin’ (How you doin’?)
He tired of yo’ ass havin’ no ass, he played you
He was just usin’ you for yo’ cash (Good for you)

[Chorus]
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It’s that time of the year, so I’ma talk about it (What?)
They know what happen, they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (Whoa, whoa)
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’)

[Verse 3]
That Lil Duval record had me upset like it had bum bitches actin’ like they livin’ they best life (Stop frontin’)
Don’t smile, bitch, you better cut it out (Stop it)
You still live in the projects at yo’ mother house (Ha-ha)
Kodak was on Ebro show and he walked out
How you gon’ try to talk about some shit he can’t talk ’bout
Pull ’em to the side and kick it if you tryna help
Don’t do it in no interview where he can indict himself
Safaree got robbed, went on air and he started cryin’
I don’t know if he was tellin’ the truth or if he was lyin’ (I hope it happened)
The corny nigga was fuckin’ Nicki
I don’t like him, I’m mad they ain’t hit Safaree with a bottle at Dyckman
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’
Laughin’ at my own jokes, I really think I’m funny
Feds still ain’t find that nigga El Chapo money
(RIP Kim Porter, we all know you in heaven)
Puff gon’ make sure them kids good, don’t be up there stressin’
(RIP Aretha Franklin, we lost a legend)
You was more than talented, you truly was a blessin’
Kings killin’ kings to become hood famous
We want the real niggas back, RIP Young [?] (We want the real niggas)
RIP lil’ Junior from the Bronx, got stabbed up
[?] is like, “All this gangster shit not addin’ up” (It’s not)
Meanwhile, Amber Rose still proud to be a slut (Yup)
K Mitchell got them implants tooken out her butt
This year, I’m not gon’ talk about that [?] (I’m not)
Chris Brown ain’t dead, how Jacquees the fuckin’ king? (How?)
Bobby Brown kicked Janet out his hotel room
He was on crack when he did that, is what I assume (Crackhead)
Supposedly she was in the hallway naked
If it’s true, blame it on whatever drugs he was takin’ (Ha-ha)
“Say no to drugs,” is what I tell kids I meet
You don’t wanna be like Juelz Santana with no teeth (Damn)
Dipset reunited, they sound good together
I don’t think Stevie J and Faith look good together (They don’t)
I’m like, “Psh, what would Biggie say?”
Nothin’, probably just smack the shit out of Stevie J (Yup)
Will Smith son basically said he was gay
He announced that he had a boyfriend the other day (Tyler, The Creator)
NBA YoungBoy admitted he had herpes
His lil’ bitch got it too, they both dirty (Nasty)
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’ (I’m not)
Meek and Drake beef dead, them niggas cool again (Good)
Some lil’ white kid shot up a school again (Crazy)
These shootings be gettin’ committed by white people
So why the fuck police still shootin’ up my people? (Why?)
People gotta vote, that is not to be slept on
I respect [?] gettin’ his Malcolm X on
White cop lady shot a black man in his crib
She though it was her house
No bitch, that’s where he live (Stupid)
Black Panther had us all proud to be black
No superhero movie ever did numbers like that (Nope)
Katt Williams don’t think Tiffany Haddish funny (Me neither)
Lee Daniels finally paid Damon Dash his money
Funk Flex said Dame Dash pussy, he foul (Ha-ha)
And he take Travis Scott’s, no, A$AP Rocky style
My niggas like, “Keep goin’,” they want more (Okay)
Travis Scott a coon like his brother in law (He is)
Performin’ for the Super Bowl knowin’ the situation
Now when his music come on, I change the station (Turn it off)
That’s why Tyga on the radio lit again
Your bitch probably wanna suck that nigga dick again (Kylie)
And I saw that interview you did about Mike Brown
Sayin’ he deserved that, it’s clear now, you a clown (That’s how you feel?)
You and Kanye downlow faggots
Jay gave [?] $7 million from taxes (I need help too)
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a while hour rappin’ (I’m not)
It’s too long, it should’ve been shorter
My nigga Trey Songz fuckin’ Steve Harvey daughter (Ha-ha)
I’m off this, enough was said here
I’ll back throwin’ niggas under the bus next year (Whoa!)

[Chorus]
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It’s that time of the year, so I’ma talk about it (What?)
They know what happen, they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (Whoa, whoa)
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’)

Travis Scott – 5% TINT Lyrics

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for, mm

[Verse 1]
Who that creepin’? Know the tint is dark (five percent)
All that fall-in-love shit, got it Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah)
All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yuh (skrr, skrr)
All that cop a rack shit, I might clip a sarge, yuh (twelve)
Keep bouncin’ that ass, you just might get award, yeah
If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes yeah)
I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet
Opps outside, don’t panic
Gotta switch, gotta change up transit
Still jump around, move antsy
And I still don’t like shit fancy
Up late feelin’ real chancy
They outside really tryna end me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though (yah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (eah)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah)
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Verse 2]
Who the fuck is this?
Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP
While I’m tryna tip
Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip
Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
She like “I-I-Iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist” (iced out wrist)
Fuck don’t kiss, fuck, she fuck don’t kiss (mwah)
Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins)
Jump right in, there’s leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz)
Ten miles to the crib, you know that’s deep (deep, yeah)
I think there’s someone out there watching me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window, who?)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah, Jack)
All that out your new shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Outro]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more

Major Lazer – Night Riders lyrics

(feat. Travis Scott, 2 Chainz, Pusha T & Mad Cobra)

[Intro: Travi$ Scott]
You need to know that I’m a rider
Tonight we gonna set the streets on fire
(Major Lazer) Word
Straight up

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Outlaw, outlaw, like I hit the PowerBall
Once all eyes is on me, floating off like South Paul
Niggas love to count yours, hopin’ that your people fall
Wishing death upon me, but I’m here forevermore
I just get debated on, I just get my greatest on
Saint Laurent on speed dial, I just put the latest on
Bring it on, bring it on, you want more, then bring it on
Set this bitch on fire, nigga, we can have a sing-along

[Hook: Travi$ Scott] x2
You need to know that I’m a rider
Tonight we gonna set the streets on fire
All I need is a gas and a lighter
And we’ll have one hell of a time

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Got a California king in my condo
Got a motherfuckin’ big screen by the front door
Got a guest bedroom filled up with fur coats
Nigga, ain’t no room in this bitch to even jump rope
Yeah, the fire and desire and I’m higher than my prior
My attire I acquire might require a Maliah
Whoa, might accept ya and deny ya, no denial
I’ll be in the court room on the table screamin’, “Rider!”

[Hook] x2

[Verse 3: Mad Cobra]
Tell them likkle pussy deh nuh violate, violate
21 outta di clip me fire straight
White line, yellow tape, book your flight, look a date
Send di pussy back to di maker, whether hell or higher gate, yeah!
Clip big, diss badman, you get a split wig, split wig
Undertaker look see what a sick did
West coast, East coast, we love weapons
Bullet through your fuckin’ vest left your chest exposed

[Hook] x2

[Bridge: Travi$ Scott]
All we do is relax, sit back and smoke
We ain’t got no job, we goin’ from broke
That ain’t stoppin’ from gettin’, gettin’ inside of ya
Takin’ off in our cars, feel like we in the air screaming
You need to know that I’m a rider

[Hook]

DJ Mustard – Whole Lotta Lovin’ (feat. Travis Scott) lyrics

[Intro]
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
Whole lotta, whole lotta
Mustard on the beat, hoe!

[Pre-Hook]
Aye mama, don’t need no shit
I don’t need no lip, just a whole lotta lovin’ (yeah)
Niggas always tryna hate
But when I’m with they bitch, get a whole lotta lovin’ (straight up!)

[Hook]
Finally I can move how I want
And I need, pick a time and I’m zoning
You got me, I got you and that’s all that I need
When I wake in the morning
For a whole lotta lovin’
For a whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
God damn it I’m fucked up
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
(God damn it I’m fucked up)
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
(God damn it I’m fucked up)

[Verse 1]
Wait, baby it’s ’bout to go down (yeah!)
Order another round (yeah!)
Don’t get nervous now
Turn them one’s around (it’s lit!)
Shining up that whip
Bad bitch on my dick (straight up!)
Time ain’t going nowhere
Long as you right here (woo!)
Pour my lean and juice
Braid my hair like Snoop (yeah!)
Glidin’ in my coupe
Ain’t no bitch like you
Riders with me too
Die and live by you
Die and live by you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
Finally I can move how I want
And I need, pick a time and I’m zoning
You got me, I got you and that’s all that I need
When I wake in the morning
For a whole lotta lovin’
For a whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
God damn it I’m fucked up
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
(God damn it I’m fucked up)
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
(God damn it I’m fucked up)

[Verse 2]
Now it’s time to take it home
Do at least a hundred, baby
Driving in your new Mercedes
That your daddy loaned us
Now it’s time to take it home
Do at least a hundred, baby
Driving in your new Mercedes
That your daddy loaned us

[Outro]
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
Finally I can move how I wanted
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
You got me, I got you and that’s all that I need
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
When I wake in the morning
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?

Trippie Redd – Dark Knight Dummo (feat. Travis Scott) lyrics

[Intro]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Oh my God, oh my God
Yeah, Big 14 know what the fuck goin’ on
Aye

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop, comin’ in, comin’ in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands
My diamonds dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, hold up
I don’t know what planet I’m on (oh Lord)
I’m a king, lil’ bitch, watch the throne (watch the throne)
I feel like Voldo, I’ll chop off your arms (off your arms, yuh)
Steady causin’ havoc, yeah (yeah)
Bitch, I’m ballin’ hard just like a Maverick (yeah)
Money stretch long, lil’ bitch, like elastic (yeah)
Now that bitch steady callin’ me Mr. Fantastic, yeah, ayy
Know I keep a ratchet (alright)
If you play, boy I’ll turn your ass to ashes, yeah
Automatic, doo, doo, doo, doo, bitch, I’m blastin’ yeah (doo, doo, doo, doo)
Ooh, put you in a casket, yeah (yeah)
Money stretch long, it’s elastic
I don’t know what planet I’m on (I’m on Mars)
I’m a king, lil’ bitch, watch the throne
I feel like Bono, I’ll chop off your arms (yuh, watch the throne)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Travis Scott]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap (yeah)
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up, it’s lit)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap (straight up)
Cannot stop, comin’ in, comin’ in (yeah, yeah)
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead (alright)
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead (yeah)
My diamond’s dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands (yeah)
My diamond’s dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands (yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Trippie Redd]
Astroworld’s my planet, my home (yeah)
Car’s too hot, the fumes too strong (yeah, yeah, it’s lit)
Mixed this cup for way too long (yeah, yeah, alright)
Add it up, don’t subtract it (yeah, yeah)
Pour this eighth with me and let’s get blasted (straight up)
Lambo drive like a dragon (skrrt, skrrt, ooh)
Can’t fall asleep at night ’cause they attackin’, yeah
I, hop in the coupe, go insane
I, disappear, go David Blaine
We, don’t do the same (no)
I, feed all my bitches the ‘caine (white)
I, double cup to drown the pain (drank)
Light the octane (gas)
I’ma put six in the Lambo and jet to the plane (skrrt, skrrt)
Move for this chain with your elbow, I hope you got aim (hope you got aim)
Don’t need no more stains, or get hot like my name (La Flame)
Yeah, hide out in the trees with the bumblebees
Please say the name three times, we gon’ pop up on you
Like I’m Bloody Mary, man

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop, comin’ in, comin’ in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands
My diamonds dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands
Yeah

Travis Scott – Pick Up The Phone (feat. Young Thug & Quavo) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
Yaaah, oh, yaaah, uhh
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger, baby
Yaah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I pour a four up (ooh, ooh)
I call your hoe up (yahhh)
Just to fuck her and show her (just to fuck)
I just went, got my dough up (I just went, got my dough up)
Pullin’ off and I’m gone (skrrt, skrrt)
Then I go and pour four up (then I go and pour four)
Then I roll up that roll up (roll up, roll up)
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up (callin’ your hoe)
(Like, brrrrr)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (yahhh, ooh, like, brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (ooh, it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zone, drive, straight up)
I just poured up a four baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Never will I cheat on you (yahhh)
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you (yahhh)
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too (ooh, yahhh)
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you (yahhh)
I like the way it be freezin’, yeah
(Like, brrrrr)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (ooh, like, brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (ooh, it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zone, drive, straight up)
I just poured up a four baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Travis Scott]
Pour up a four of that Actavis (yeah)
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did (woo)
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz (ayy)
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’ (cash)
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it (hah)
I’m fucking this cash, I’m not celibate (hah)
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend (whoa)
I need all this cash, I got hella kids (woo)
I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle (yeah, yeah)
Back the fuck up, you too little (whoa, whoa)
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller (yeah, yeah)
I don’t talk to no man in the middle (uh-uh)
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’ (I swear)
But I did pay my sister’s tuition (woo)
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery (yeah)
Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston (whoa)
Mama told me I’m her brightest star (yah)
Mama told me don’t hate on the law (oww)
Because everybody got a job (what?)
Because everybody wanna be a star (real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part (swear, swear)
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy
(Like, brrrrr)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (ooh, like, brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (ooh, it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zone, drive, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug & Quavo]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up MR2
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you (ayy, ayy)
I like the way you be freezin’, yeah (Quavo)

[Verse 3: Quavo & Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone (alone)
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong (I was wrong)
I hate when we fight (hey)
She in love with the pipe (pipe)
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice (ice)
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Céline
So I bought it twice (Céline)
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl, you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on four and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize (no)
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize (drank)
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes (skrrt)
If I ever call your phone baby (brrrrrr)
Best believe it’s only one time
(Brrrrrr, like, brrrrr)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (ooh, like, brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (ooh, it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zone, drive, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and MR2
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’, yeah

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone (Pick up the phone)
I’m in the zone, pick up the phone, baby
I’m in the zone

Rae Sremmurd – CLOSE (feat. Travis Scott) lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
30, you a fool for this one
Oh, C-L-O-S-E
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
One rope in the chain, yeah, lightin’ propane, yeah
Dousin’ the flame, yeah, bounce for some change, yeah
Gang can’t be tamed, yeah, ice in our veins, yeah
Somethin’ feels strange, this cup is dangerous
Somethin’ ain’t right, dawg (yeah), we in too easy (yeah)
Been here all night, dawg, really, I’m tweakin’, yeah (it’s lit)
Lookin’ to pipe some, ass in the party, look like a pageant (pop it)
If we gon’ fight some, beat it and dash it, lawyer do magic (alright)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Love right up my avenue (ooh) but that’s just not up my avenue (no)
You cried and said, “Look what you made me do” (you made me do)
It’s not my fault that I don’t wanna end up screwed (ooh)
And everything I’m tryna say, you beat me to it (to it)
And all the ups and all the downs, we have been through it (through it)
Now you’re C-L-O-S-E (you’re too close), you’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re so close)

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
C-L-O-S-E (it’s ruined)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
C-L-O-S-E to me (it’s ruined)
I mean, seriously, can I breathe?
C-L-O-S-E
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (yeah, C-L-O-S-E)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E (yeah) (Jxm, ayy)

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
You know I’m a dog and I can’t control it (dog)
Wanna settle someday but not at the moment (wanna settle someday)
I’ma stack up the cake like Obama told me (gotta stack up the cake)
Niggas smile in your face and they’re not your homie (too close)
Makin’ me claustrophobic (claustrophobic), bust down the AP and wet the Rollie (bust it down)
Stop callin’ me “brother,” you barely know me (I’m not your bro)
Don’t tell me you love me, you gotta show me (don’t tell me you love me)
I’m so anti (Jxm), gotta get paid to go outside (woo)
Blowin’ on the strong like “How High” (blowin’ on strong)
Haters still watch from the sideline (haters still watchin’)
Sremm and La Flame on the incline (incline)
Mixin’ up brands, it’s drip time (drip)
Stuck to the plan, had to get mine (get mine)
Stayed down and it paid off big time

[Bridge: Swae Lee]
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many tries
So many, so many tries
You only get so many, so many tries
So many, so many tries
You only get so many, so many tries
So many, so many tries
You only get so many, so many tries

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
C-L-O-S-E (ooh)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (you know)
C-L-O-S-E to me (you made me do)
I mean, seriously, can I breathe? (Ooh)
C-L-O-S-E (through it)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (through it)
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re too close)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E (you’re so close)

Playboi Carti – ++* Love Hurts **+ (feat. Travis Scott) lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Woah, woah, woah, slatt

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want a wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want a wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Walk in that bitch with my toolie, walk in that bitch with Lil Uzi
These bitches they bitin’ they lip, they chosin’, lookin’ like groupies
Fuckin’ that bitch in my coupe, okay
Fuckin’ that bitch in the lot, fucking that bitch in the spot (ooh)
Uh, polka dot, all of these hoes, they mine (ooh)
All of this jewelry, it mine (ooh), all of these bitches, they mine
Feel like Big Sean, yeah, ooh, feel like a don, yeah, ooh
Fuckin’ this bitch, I swear she be lying (what, what?)
White on rice, diamonds ice, came through with the ice
I’m Lil Boat with the Sprite (Lil Boat)
Dynamite, she gon’ blow tonight (Carti)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want a wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
All of these flows is mine, all of these hoes is mine
Shawty want a rockstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar, La Flame
Out there spendin’ it loosely, bigger the diamonds, I’m juicy
Fuck with the jeans, it’s Gucci, I been out livin’ unruly
Yuh, board the jet, all of the hoes is wet
Yuh, private flex, never dip on the set
Drank, don’t do wine, got two hoes in a bind, yuh
Ass on rewind, put the cash on her spine, yuh
Fill me up, double cup, yuh, okay, shawty know what’s up
Shawty want a rockstar, shawty want a rockstar, okay
Shawty want a rockstar, okay, okay, shawty know what’s up

SZA – Love Galore (feat. Travis Scott) lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott]
I need, I need
I need, I need
I need, I need
I need, I need
I need, I need

[Chorus: SZA]
Love, love, love, love
‘Long as we got
Love, love, love
‘Long as we got

[Verse 1: SZA & Travis Scott]
Done with these niggas
I don’t love these niggas
I dust off these niggas
Do it for fun
Don’t take it personal
Personally, I’m surprised you called me after the things I said
Skrt skrt on niggas (yah)
Skrt up on niggas (true)
Skrt down, you acting like me (yah)
Acting like we wasn’t more than a summer fling
I said farewell, you took it well (true)
Promise I won’t cry over spilled milk (ooh no, I won’t)
Gimme a paper towel, gimme another Valium
Gimme another hour or two, hour with you

[Pre-Chorus: SZA & Travis Scott]
Why you bother me when you know you don’t want me? (yah)
Why you bother me when you know you got a woman? (yah)
Why you hit me when you know you know better? (true)
Know you know better (true)
Know your crew better than you do
Call me looking for ya (yah)
I be looking for ya (yah)
Got me looking forward to weekends (yah)
With you baby, with you baby
With you baby, (true)
With you
We do whatever we want, go wherever we want
Love however we want, it don’t matter (true)
You’ll do whatever I want, get whatever I want
Get whatever I need, it’s about

[Chorus: SZA]
Love, love, love, love, ‘long as we got
Love, love, love, ‘long as we got

[Verse 2: SZA & Travis Scott]
Should’ve never gave you my number, I did it with you (ooh)
Should’ve never let you hit it, I split it with you
I regret it, you gots a fetish
You gots a problem, now it’s a problem, oh, no
Skrrr, skrrr on bitches (yah)
I don’t know these bitches (yah)
Dig dirt on bitches, do it for fun
Don’t take it personal, baby
Love on my ladies, luh-love to my ladies, uh (true)
Dated a few (straight up)

[Verse 3: Travis Scott & SZA]
Why you bother me?
Why you bother me?
Why you bother me? (yah)
Last time I checked you were the one that left (the one)
Me in a wreck—yah—, me in a mess (yah, yah)
You all I rep—yah—, like my side I rep (yah)
Yuh, that’s that Mo City that side
That you can’t come ’round at night, yuh (it’s lit)
You like to get me high, you don’t want no one beside ya
You like when I make fire
You say, “La Flame, keep makin’ fire” (ooh)
Let me cum inside ya, let me plant that seed inside ya (ooh)
Ass and titties, titties, only thing that stuck with, with me (with me)
Only thing that was real
Only thing I could feel, you feel me? (yah, feel me)
So why you bother me, why you bother me? (with you, baby)
Tryna catch a P.O.V, yah (with you)

[Chorus: SZA]
Love, love, love, love, ‘long as we got
Love, love, love, ‘long as we got

[Outro: SZA]
I came to your city, lookin’ for lovin’ n’ licky
‘Cause you promised to put it down
All up in your city, lookin’ for you, uh
Searchin’ for you like love
Only thing keepin’ me from droppin’ you right now
Right now (love)
Only thing keepin’ me by your side
Only thing keepin’ me by your side now

[Skit]
But see, Solána, if you don’t say something, speak up for yourself
They think you stupid, you know what I’m saying?

Major Lazer – Know No Better (feat. Travis Scott, Quavo & Camila Cabello)

[Intro: Camila Cabello & Travis Scott]
Yeah (Straight up)
Ooh

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Wrist look like it been dipped
Dipped in that, dipped in that, dipped in that
Script look like it been flipped
Flippin’ that, flippin’ that, flippin’ that (Yah)
Pull up in that foreign, my God (Skrrr, skrrr)
Whole squad get in that, get in that
Please say it ain’t true, I had to go and cop two
Hell nah, we can’t fit in that

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott & Camila Cabello]
Wild ones, like we fresh out the cage
Showtime, baby, fresh off the stage
Bad lil mama, fresh off the page
Front like you love, but you know that you hate it (You hate it)
Yeah, you know no better
Yeah, you know no better (Yah)
Yeah, you know no better
Ooh

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Travis Scott]
Yeah, you know no better
Say you different, who you kidding?
Yeah, you know no better
Ooh, save that talk for the ones
Who don’t know no better (Know no better)
‘Cause, baby, I know you better (‘Cause, baby, I know no better)
Baby, I know you better (Baby, I know)
Baby, I know you better

[Post-Chorus: Camila Cabello & Travis Scott]
Baby, I know you better
Straight up
Baby, I know you better
Baby, I know, I know no better

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Camila Cabello]
Top dropped off on my whip
Wippin’ that, wippin’ that, wippin’ that
Yellow and that purple on mix
Mixin’ that, mixin’ that, mixin’ that (Yeah)
Copped my bitch from the tropics (Yeah)
You know where she sittin’ at
Takin’ shots, pourin’ bottle after bottle after bottle
Yeah hell nah, we ain’t sippin’ that (Yah)

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Wild ones, like we fresh out the cage
Showtime, baby, fresh off the stage
Bad lil mama, fresh off the page
Front like you love, but you know that you hate it
Yeah, you know no better (Straight up)
Yeah, you know no better (Yah, yah)
Yeah, you know no better
Ooh

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Travis Scott]
Yeah, you know no better
Say you different, who you kidding?
Yeah, you know no better
Ooh, save that talk for the ones
Who don’t know no better (No better)
‘Cause, baby, I know you better (‘Cause, baby, I know no better)
Baby, I know you better (Baby, I know)
Baby, I know you better

[Post-Chorus: Camila Cabello, Travis Scott & Quavo]
Baby, I know you better (Baby, baby)
Baby, I know you better
Baby, I know, I know no better (Quavo)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Drop top on the whip (Drop top)
Dab of ranch on the chips (Dab)
Ice cream gave her chills (Ice cream)
Too much cash, pay the bills
I make her ride Mercedes (Skrrr, skrrr)
I can afford the latest (Yeah)
Baby, ignore the ratings (Ignore ’em)
‘Cause pull up, we pump up, we ragin’
We know no better (No)
Stack my bread up (Stack)
Don’t get fed up (Nope)
Ain’t gon’ let up (Yeah)
You told me to shut up (Shut up)
But I’mma do better (Huh?)
It’s not my race (Ooh)
Get out my face (Get out)
Drop my case (Drop it)
Which way? (Where?)
Dat way (Hey)

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Travis Scott]
Yeah, you know no better
Say you different, who you kidding?
Yeah, you know no better
Ooh, save that talk for the ones who don’t know no better
‘Cause, baby, I know you better
Maybe I know you better (Straight up)
Maybe I know you better

[Post-Chorus: Camila Cabello & Travis Scott]
Maybe I know you better (Maybe I know you better)
Maybe I know you better
Baby, I know, I know no better

DJ Khaled – Down For Life (feat. Partynextdoor, Future, Travis Scott, Rick Ross & Kodak Black) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: PARTYNEXTDOOR & DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled!
Another one!
We the Best Music!

[Pre-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Whoa, can’t let you roll
I’ll let you know that’s she’s the one, not the two
Yeah yeah yeah, shade without the H
Most think we smooth with this young nigga attitude

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & DJ Khaled]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired
Of them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life (for life) just be down for life (for life)
Just be down for life (for life) I’mma be down for life (for life)
Are you down for life? (for life) just be down for life
Just be ready with it, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
P-A-I-D in F-U-L-L (Super)
M-O-N-E-Y K-I-L-L
I go to J-A-I-L, F-U-C-K all them cops, yeah, fuck 12
Roll it up tight then put it in the air
I’m tryna find me a rider that’s real
Icing you down for the demonstrations
Down, down for the demonstrations
We gotta live for our reputations
You got your level up, you got your level up
Uno amigo your caliber
24k on an amateur, I get 100k out a bag
I spent 100k on your bag, that’s a crocodile Birk
They tryna throw dirt on my name and they seeing what I’m worth
I pull up dripping like BB, I get so many fresh everyday
You better hope I don’t OD, I keep a chopper like BG
Young money nigga no PG, slow it down for me like juvie
I catch a homi’ like lil’ T, I’m in the streets like a HB
They made a movie in 3D, we made a film at AMC’s
Here come another one, Khaled; here come another one, Khaled
(Another one)

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR, DJ Khaled & Travis Scott]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired
Of them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life (for life) just be down for life (for life)
Just be down for life (for life) I’mma be down for life (for life)
Are you down for life? (for life) just be down for life
Just be ready with it, yeah, yeah (yah, yah, straight up)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
I’mma pull up on you, is you ready?
Do something different, girl, let me show you (yah!)
Niggas love to hate, bitches love to hate
That’s why I spoil you (straight up)
I can’t lie, I can’t lie, you’ve been down since day one
I’ll go out pull out the hammer and kill shit if they say some’ (yah!)
Ooh, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it (straight up)
Ooh, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
The season success, 6 reasons I’m blessed
Secret societies, he seems so possessed
First you master the hustle, then you conquer the struggle
Now I’m stacking my numbers, just like they tackles and fumbles
Every week, there’s pictures of different bitches kissing me
But the one that stole my heart, that’s still a mystery
Chill, Khaled, chill; Bill, let it bill
Squat, shorty, squat, please, in them heels

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR, Kodak Black & Rick Ross]
Just be down for life (Kodak) just be down for life (Kodak)
Just be down for life, I’mma be down for life (Kodak)
I’ll be down for life (woo) just be down for life (woo)
And just be ready, you with it (woo), yeah, yeah

[Verse 4: Kodak Black]
Tell me you ready, baby girl, tell me you ready
And I’mma be there in a second, won’t take you for granted
I’ma treat you like the fetty
Cause, baby, you know I go get it
She know that I got a check, and that paper come in steady
She want Audemars Piguet, she wanna ride in a Bentley
I’mma step up, take a rental, I know she digging my pimping
Baby, stop playing, get with it
Baby, stop playing, get with it
I know you tired of them gimmicks
But you fucking with the realest
Is you ready for the one? I’m coming
Is you ready for the life I’m living?
I’mma be down like a damn coffin
I want you with me ’til God call me
Tell all them lame niggas "Sayonara"
I hit the jeweler and bought a car
Wide receiver, I just caught a charge
Girl, is you ready to go tomorrow?
When I’m with you, I look like a star
This one right here is gon’ take me far

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & DJ Khaled]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired
Of them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life (for life) just be down for life (for life)
Just be down for life (for life) I’mma be down for life (for life)
Are you down for life? (for life) just be down for life
Just be ready with it, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Rick Ross, DJ Khaled & Travis Scott]
Khaled!
It’s We the Best for life (straight up)
DJ Khaled!
We the Best Music!
I pray we holding hands as we walk across the burning sands
These words for you are genuine, we define loyalty
(Another one)

DJ Khaled – On Everything (feat. Travis Scott, Rick Ross & Big Sean)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
We The Best Music!
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matching condo, matching Rollie, that’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah yeah

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Ay, DJ Khaled, I’d die for you my nigga
So you already know I’d kill for you
Boss

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Diamonds dripping on me, she know who the one
Two seaters every season and I just begun
Aquafina, she dripping puddles on a sunny day
Multi-million dollar plays and that’s a hundred ways
Fuck a fashion, we could match in my Hermes seats
Top down, JFK, I pray he get impeached
Say no names, Supreme underwear, and like 80 chains
Hundred for the rich forever perspective, never change
Petty bitches posting niggas like they would win in pictures
Evidently, I’m getting richer, tricking seven figures
Ain’t no difference when you see me or that’s on television
Chasing a hundred million, baby that’s my natural ambition
Boss

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matching condo, matching Rollie, that’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I took my life and bossed it up, I took the risk, coin tossed it up
I just left work to work some more, I’m still a workaholic
I done sacrificed it all, paid the dues and costs
Life will test us all, let’s see if we true or false
I walk up to my fate and stared that shit in the face
Hungry for the competition, bitch get on my plate
No mercy, no grace, I’m checkin’ off my to-do list
There’s no room off in the schedule, it’s only room for improvement
And I realized all I ever needed was in me, nigga
S on my chest boy so shots can’t even pinch me, nigga
No substitute for me, but they gon’ still tempt me nigga
God is in me, that’s the only one who can end me nigga
And we seen more blessings than a Baptist Ebenezer
My daddy says you got a good girl she’s a keeper
Boy, I’m a Caesar, I see shit and seize it
Roc-A-Fella chain, but you can still get Ethered
Yeah, they don’t really fucking feel me man
But when you really run it they try and clip your Achilles
I’m on track to a billi’, I got Khaled fuckin’ with me
That mean I got the Holy Key and got the key to the city
(Lil nigga)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matching condo, matching Rollie, that’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah

Go off – Lil Uzi Vert feat. Travis Scott lyrics

Lyrics Lil Uzi Vert – Go off

One more ride (ride) one more race (ride)
We go all out, we don’t play
One more ride, one more race
We don’t slow down, ain’t no brakes
I’ma go off (yeah) I’ma ride tonight (yeah)
It don’t matter what we face
I’ma go off (I’ma ride tonight)
I’m the master of my fate
I’ma go off (I’ma go off)
I’ma go off (I’ma go off)
I gotta go now.

Taking off and I’m riding on the road now
Hit the gas, no brakes, gotta go now
Put my life on the line, yeah it’s on me
Blood rushing through my veins, no IV
Ride, switching lanes, you can’t stop me
You can smell the propane when you pass me (propane)
Ride for the gang because I’m the chief (gang gang)
Helicopter hovering, it’s high speed
Chase, drive, straight
I’mma, race, to the, cake
Flame, on it, no chain, on me
All of, us, became, homies.

One more ride (ride) one more race (race)
We go all out, we don’t play
One more ride, one more race
We don’t slow down, ain’t no brakes
I’ma go off (yeah) I’ma ride tonight (yeah)
It don’t matter what we face
I’ma go off (I’ma ride tonight)
I’m the master of my fate
I’ma go offff (I’ma go offff)
I’ma go offff (I’ma go offff)
I gotta go now.

Nine-nine, nine-nine (yeah)
You’re rocking with the ether child in overdrive
Yeah yeah, I-5 to I-9
We go all niiiiight, yeah (straight up!)
Double 0 speed, double 0 Chevy
I hit the fourth gear, hope I don’t drift
Souped up cars all around me
Hot-boxing at a high speed
One lane driving
Bad thing beside me
One more time on the road (it’s lit)
One more time ‘fore we go.

One more ride (ride) one more race (race)
We go all out, we don’t play
One more ride, one more race
We don’t slow down, ain’t no brakes
I’ma go off (yeah) I’ma ride tonight (yeah)
It don’t matter what we face
I’ma go offff (I’ma go offff)
I’ma go offff (I’ma go offff)
I gotta go now.

Gotta go now, gotta go
Swervin’ in my whip can’t slow down
Driving fancy cars, boy I’m on the road now
Automatic start, my Vic take a code now
Yeah, rockstar, heavy metal, no guitar
Why you pay so much for your Nissan? Because it’s GTR
First I shift it, click it, burning rubber like I’m moving dark
Drive at night, I chop my top so I can relate to the stars
Yeah, relate to the stars versuri-lyrics.info
I’ma race you for a pink slip
I got nitrous in my car so tell me what you thinkin’
My adrenaline start pumpin’ so I been stopped blinkin’.

One more ride (ride) one more race (race)
We go all out, we don’t play
One more ride, one more race
We don’t slow down, ain’t no brakes
I’ma go off (yeah) I’ma ride tonight (yeah)
It don’t matter what we face
I’ma go offf (I’ma go offff)
I’ma go offff (I’ma go offff)
I gotta go nowww.
Lil Uzi Vert lyrics
Video off

Usher – No Limit (Remix) (feat. Master P, Travis Scott, 2 Chainz, A$Ap Ferg & Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Usher]
Yeah I meant what I said on the first one
Not long then I’m comin’ with the new one
Yeah I know, y’all been waitin’ for a minute
That’s what I do, keep it no limit
G-Mix! Yep yep, Ursher baby
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
T Scott and Master P with me, no limit baby
2 Chainz and Gucci mane, no limit
Yeah, Eastside Ferg, not the re but the G-Mix
There’s no limit baby
Make you say uh, no limit
I C-Mu-Mu-Murder that, no limit baby
Give you that ghetto D girl, no limit
Just know when you roll with a nigga like me
There’s no limit baby, G-Mix
[Verse 1: Master P & Usher]
More money, more bitches gon’ love ya
I got the hook up, it’s nothin’
I park the Phantom, we fuckin’, I told her friend that we wasn’t
I told her man that we cousins
I made this remix for Usher, did it for Travis and hustlin’
I gave the game to my youngsters
I showed ’em how to get paper
We takin’ trips to Jamaica
I’ve been bout it bout it, since "Bout It, Bout It"
Bad bitches gon’ come up out it
We ain’t even gotta talk about it
No Limit boys get rowdy-rowdy
Shawty bad, I won’t try that
Say she want it, I’ma buy that
All this ice get them panties wet
Ughhh, it’ll ride that
G-Mix, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Silkk The Shocker with the bandana tied sideways (yeah)
Master P, no gold teeth, I got the diamonds in it
I’ve been minding my business, you’ve been minding mine
If the love has no limit, why your ass decline? (straight up)
All these cell phone minutes, all these written rhymes (yeah, yeah)
Just one thing to make this finish if you cross the line (yeah)
Eat, sleep, fuck, sleep, fuck
Yeah, all day, that’s my baby (yeah)
She private, party, to keep me, started
Baby, party, these diamonds, cost forty
All this money gotta count for something (yeah)
Keep that shit no limit, fuck 100 (straight up)

[Hook: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
Got that Master P, no limit baby
Give you that black card, no limit (yep yep)
2 Chainz, hold up, Tity Boi
There’s no limit baby

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay you’re fine, shawty you know that you’re fine
I pull you out of the line
Then I recline, I put it right in your spine
I make you smile all the time
I pour you wine, I’m puttin’ Act’ into mine
I take it back like rewind
I take you back, put you in back of the Bach
I got my hand on your thighs
I am the ice cream man, no limit
Pull up in a two seater with four women baby
Mouth full of golds, lick you from your head to your toes
All these lame dudes get exposed
Only the real, I give an F how you feel
I spent a check on these clothes
I make a wish on a rose, I got the stars on the roof
I am a dog, I go woof
I am the shit, I am the Pepe Le Pew
I got a rep in the crew
I got a plan with a partna, I got her out of the Honda
I just might get her a tank
I give a fuck what you think
Takin’ selfies in the bank

[Verse 4: A$AP Ferg]
I’m Silkk The Shocker, clothes designer, Fendi, Prada
Mama got the illest nana
Beat it proper, eat it up just like desire
Make me holler "oh my God"
Mommy, daddy, but I’m father from her father
Smoke the coochie up like marijuana
Do the honors, long as she mow the lawn up
Make her scream like "uhhh"
I’m the new Dave P Miller, yeah
Might ball in that chinchilla, ay
Probably try out for the A, ay
Cause I score more than these niggas, ay
Remember them TV dinners
And never go to Nevel’s for the mean dinner, ay
I’ma go with the grilled steak, ay
Swear it feel good to be richer

[Hook: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
Got that Master P, no limit baby
If I give you that black card, better show me, no limit
Just know right now it’s the G-Mix
There’s no limit baby

[Verse 5: Gucci Mane]
I done fucked with this one and that one, a white one, a black one
I’ve been there and done that now I ain’t even on that
But these hoes ain’t on shit anyway
And at the end of the day man I don’t even want that
I lucked up then I fucked up and we broke up
Then we made up but I got locked back up
But it ain’t how you fall, it’s how you get right back up
I’m a one man army and my bitch my back up
Now it’s sit ups, pull ups, drips, and push ups
Thinkin’ bout the one who kept it triller
That’s my chick, she kept it realer
None of these hoes ain’t fuckin’ with her
You my private soldier mama, can I call you meal?
It’s truly ain’t no limit bae and I can’t wait to see you
Everything you think you want, know I can’t wait to give
Let’s lay a rock solid foundation bae cause I just wanna build
Your wildest dreams and fantasies, the way that you should live
Like Master P with golden ceilings babe and diamond chandeliers

[Outro: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
She put that Master P on me, no limit baby
Got her sitting court side, no limit
Just know how it go if you put it on me
There’s no limit baby
Make you say uh, no limit
I C-Mu-Mu-Mu-Murder that, no limit baby
Give you that ghetto D girl, no limit
Just know when you call and request it
Y’all asked for the G-Mix

Jeremih – All The Way lyrics

itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/jeremih-artist.html”>JEREMIH All The Way lyrics

No! No! [?]
You’ll shoot your eye out kid
Merry Christmas

Wait, jingle bells all the way
Aye, on your [?] make that shake
Got about three hoes on my sleigh
And tryna’ tee up Christmas day
Won’t you, won’t you jingle bells all the way
Got all them bells on the shake
Got bout three hoes on the way
Got bout three hoes on my slight
Legs up (Hello Kity?)
Hell yeah (I wanna prove)
It’s giving season (but you got a man)
Yeah yeah (tell him I don’t care)
I’m in the spirit (yeah yeah)
She cool as [?]

I don’t play (legs up)
See my face (hell yeah)
Have a seat (oh yeah)
Make them play (hell yeah)
She can’t wait (yeah yeah)
Still awake (spread awake)
To open yeah, it’s Christmas Day
(jingle bells on the way) all the way!
(on your [?], make it shake) I make it shake!
(got ’bout three hoes on my sleigh) up on my sleigh!
I tried to tee up on this day I give it every day!
(Won’t you, won’t you jingle bells all the way) all the way!
(got them bells all on the sleigh) I give it every day!
(I got three hoes every day) I brought them away
(I got three hoes in my sleigh) Aye!

I keep you close, hallowed in snow
Call your santa clothes
That’s what Christmas for

Hey, I got Gina on the way (on the way)
Got ’bout three hoes on my sleigh (I make it sleigh)
They tryna’ tee up Christmas Day (up everyday)
They tryna’ tee up Christmas Day (up everyday)
Tell them jingle bells all the way (all the way)
Bells [?] make them shake (make them shake)
I got three hoes on the way (up on the way)
They tryna to tee up Christmas day (up everyday)

Tell me what you wish for, should I get off?
And I’ll be right there to set it off
I’ll be right there to deck the halls
Either your love or none at all
And your presence is a present for me
For Christmas or just because
It’s either your love or none at all
Your love or none at all

Christmas!
Oh, I love Christmas
Being obligated to buy shit for people at a certain time in the year
I buy Christmas gifts, but just because, because you’re supposed to
Jesus
Autotune that for me
Jesus
I buy Christmas gifs
Jesus is [?]
I swear to God if you leave my vocals like that
Autotune my shit and put them, put them Travis Scott effects on it

Travi$ Scott – Pick Up The Phone

[Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up…
(Like Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like , pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it, like sonny listen
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody wan’ be a star
Please believe every motherfucker around here wanna be a part (real shit, real shit)
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on 4 and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If i ever call your phone baby
Best believe its only one time

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Outro]
Pick up the phone
I’m in the zone

Travi$ Scott – Pick Up The Phone (feat. Young Thug & Quavo) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)

Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up
(Like Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’mma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’ (Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’mma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody won’t be a star (Real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy (Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four, baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’mma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on four and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If I ever call your phone baby
Best believe it’s only one time (Brrrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’mma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’