Travis Scott (Travi$ Scott) - Quintana lyrics

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Travis Scott (Travi$ Scott) - Quintana lyrics

(Hook) Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana Damn she smoke my dope, swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope, straight from Mexico call her Quintana Damn she smoke my dope, swear to God we go Rambo If you disrespect the dope... (Verse 1) Praise to the pope, bless you with this dope Step into my world where we get ghost, cause in my mind we float Everytime we step into 10ak, they tweaking off the coke f** I'm out my mind, I'm burning bread so much lets have a toast My n***as and momma know that if I wasn't here, n***a I'd be dead Now I'm in the building thinking billions counting millions, what a feeling 'Member when I never ever made sh**? Now me and my n***as rocking chains and whipping slave ships Now who the slave b**h? sponsored links (Hook) (Verse 2) Straight from the lair or Himalayas I got more keys than the mayor, let's have a prayer So devine, I put my pager, I hit her later Dawn to dust I'm trying to get made, I been up for days Damn I'll never popped another pill, man that sh** is real Girl you know you f**ing with La Flame, you know you know the drill I reach to the heavens, lord forgive me I sin May La Flame live forever, and always bring them in (Verse 3: Wale) God, n***as can't f** with me I've got a bunch of b**hes tryna f** with me I'm unsociable with like most of them Cause I don't socialize with them s**ers, man Normally, I'm with them mollies This is the nail in the coffin, n***as is soft n***as remind me of nails at a spa so under-polished, novices They barkin' up the wrong tree (double M) Trust me if you with me then you goin' H I got them sweatin' like these b**hes herein all day And I'm off Atlantic, 2-1 rob 'em, bumbaclot, n***a Not a P-O-K, I'm out for the VS Get lifted, few zips like a c-check Use piff, short words for the loose girls All mine's re-up, y'all regret Don't worry 'bout my team, my team is set Don't worry 'bout T, it's in depth When it come to the ma'f**in' c-notes We starters, it's the ma'f**in' glee club, goddamn (Bridge) La Flame, don't play no games These n***as is lames This n***as ain't lords, we the new lords (Mercy me, oh, mercy me) (Mercy me, oh, mercy me) (Mercy me, oh, mercy me) (Hook)

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