Astro yeah
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Sun is down freezin' cold
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That's how
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we already know winter's here
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My dawg would prolly
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do it for a Louis belt
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That's just all he know
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he don't know nothin' else
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I tried to show 'em yeah
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I tried to show 'em yeah yeah
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Yeah yeah yeah
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Gone on you with the pick and roll
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Young LaFlame he in sicko mode
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Woo made this here
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with all the ice on in the booth
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At the gate outside
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when they pull up
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they get me loose
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Yeah Jump Out boys
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that's Nike boys
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hoppin' out coupes
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This shit way too big
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when we pull up give me the loot
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gimme the loot
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Was off the Remy
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had to Papoose
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Had to hit my old town
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to duck the news
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Two-four hour on lockdown
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we made no moves
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Now it's 4AM
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and I'm back up poppin'
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with the crew
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I just landed in Chase B mixes pop
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like Jamba Juice
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Different colored chains
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think my jeweler
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really sellin' fruits
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And they chokin' man
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know the crackers
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wish it was a noose
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Some-some-some someone said
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To win the retreat
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we all in too deep
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Playin' for keeps
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don't play us for weak
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Someone said
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To win the retreat
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we all in too deep
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P-p-playin' for keeps
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don't play us for weak
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This shit way too formal
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y'all know I don't follow suit
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Stacy Dash most these
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of girls ain't got a clue
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All of these hoes
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I made off records I produced
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I might take all my exes
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and put 'em all in a group
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Hit my eses I need the booch
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'Bout to turn
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this function to Bonnaroo
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Told her hop in you comin' too
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In the 305 bitches treat me
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like I'm Uncle Luke
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don't stop pop that pussy
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Had to slop the top off
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it's just a roof
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She said where we goin'
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I said the moon
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We ain't even make it
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to the room
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She thought it was the ocean
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it's just the pool
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Now I got her open
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it's just the Goose
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Who put this shit together
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I'm the glue
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Someone said
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Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
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Someone said
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Playin' for keeps
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Someone said
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Someone said
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don't play us for weak
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Yeah
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Astro
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Yeah yeah
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Tay Keith fuck these niggas up
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Ay ay
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She's in love with who I am
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Back in high school
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I used to bust it
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to the dance yeah
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Now I hit the FBO
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with duffles in my hands
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I did half a Xan
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thirteen hours 'til I land
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Had me out like a light ayy yeah
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Like a light ayy yeah
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Like a light ayy
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Slept through the flight ayy
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Knocked for the night
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ayy 767 man
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This shit got double bedroom man
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I still got scores to settle man
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I crept down the block
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down the block
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Made a right yeah right
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Cut the lights yeah what
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Paid the price yeah
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Niggas think it's sweet nah nah
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It's on sight yeah what
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Nothin' nice yeah
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baguettes in my ice aww man
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Jesus Christ yeah
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checks over stripes yeah
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That's what I like yeah
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that's what we like yeah
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Lost my respect you not a threat
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When I shoot my shot
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that shit wetty
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like I'm Sheck bitch
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See the shots that I took ayy
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wet like I'm Book ayy
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Wet like I'm Lindsey
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I be spending Folie's
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Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy
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yeah what
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Like where is he Yeah what
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No one seen him yeah yeah
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I'm tryna clean 'em yeah
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She's in love with who I am
|
Back in high school
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I used to bust it to the dance
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Now I hit the FBO
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with duffles in my hand woo
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I did half a Xan
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thirteen hours 'til I land
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Had me out like a light
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like a light
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Like a light like a light
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Like a light yeah like a light
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Like a light
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Yeah pass the dawgs in celly
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Sendin' texts
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ain't sendin' kites yeah
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He said keep that on lock
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I said you know this shit
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it¡¯s life yeah
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It's absolute yeah
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I'm back reboot it's lit
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LaFerrari to Jamba juice
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yeah skrrt skrrt
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We back on the road
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they jumpin' off
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no parachute yeah
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Shorty in the back
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she said she workin' on her glutes
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yeah oh my God
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Ain't by the book yeah
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this how it look yeah
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'Bout a check yeah
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just check the foots yeah
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Passes to my daughter
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I'ma show her what it took yeah
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Baby mama cover Forbes
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got these other bitches shook yeah
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SICKO MODE
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Travis Scott |