BASEMENT FREESTYLE (Live) Travis Scott
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[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, y'all back up, y'all back up, y'all back up
Alright
Yo, yeah, uh
Got my nigga Easy in this motherfucker
Deadstock sixes and shit (You know the fuck we rockin')
Got my nigga Metro in this motherfucker, yeah, ooh (Fuck we doin', Easy?)
[Verse 1]
Uh, by the bar (Bar), buy the bar
Bitches on my table everywhere (Where), on the floor
Condoms on my dresser (Straight up), on my business (Business)
Never plannin', never sober thinking (La Flame)
Blew me up (Up), body shots took on your bitches titties (La Flame)
Slow it down, pick it up, fuck a third speed
The fourth gear grindin' up on everything, it's my year (Straight up)
I got it now, everything I ever asked for
We gettin' it, far from mama Jeep, she never tinted it
She frozed up, I unfrozed her
Now come a little closer (Straight up)
Get your ass up off that wall and go and roll up that doja (That dough, yeah, let's go)
Tell your boyfriend bust that ki' (Let's go), go 'head and fill your nose up (La Flame, yeah, yeah)
'Til it's over
We ain't lookin' for the hoes (Yeah), where the trophies? (Yeah)
Grab a glass, go ahead, get throwed up (Yeah, yeah, straight up)
She feelin' it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't spill the shit (Yeah, yeah)
Ah, she crazy, she goin', she goin', gone
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, y'all back up, y'all back up, y'all back up
Alright
Yo, yeah, uh
Got my nigga Easy in this motherfucker
Deadstock sixes and shit (You know the fuck we rockin')
Got my nigga Metro in this motherfucker, yeah, ooh (Fuck we doin', Easy?)
[Verse 1]
Uh, by the bar (Bar), buy the bar
Bitches on my table everywhere (Where), on the floor
Condoms on my dresser (Straight up), on my business (Business)
Never plannin', never sober thinking (La Flame)
Blew me up (Up), body shots took on your bitches titties (La Flame)
Slow it down, pick it up, fuck a third speed
The fourth gear grindin' up on everything, it's my year (Straight up)
I got it now, everything I ever asked for
We gettin' it, far from mama Jeep, she never tinted it
She frozed up, I unfrozed her
Now come a little closer (Straight up)
Get your ass up off that wall and go and roll up that doja (That dough, yeah, let's go)
Tell your boyfriend bust that ki' (Let's go), go 'head and fill your nose up (La Flame, yeah, yeah)
'Til it's over
We ain't lookin' for the hoes (Yeah), where the trophies? (Yeah)
Grab a glass, go ahead, get throwed up (Yeah, yeah, straight up)
She feelin' it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't spill the shit (Yeah, yeah)
Ah, she crazy, she goin', she goin', gone
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