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letra de quintana - travi$ scott

[hook]
straight from mexico, call her quintana
d-mn, she smoke my dope… swear to god we go rambo
if you disrespect the dope… straight from mexico call her quintana
d-mn, 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 in 2-1-0, they tweeking off the c-ke
f-ck i’m out my mind, i’m burning bread so much lets have a toast
my n-gg-s and momma know that if i wasn’t here, n-gg- i’d be dead
now i’m in the building thinking billions counting millions, what a feeling
remember when i never, ever made sh-t
now me and my n-gg-s rocking chains and them suede sh-ts
now who the slave, b-tch?

[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, eye of the later
dawn to dusk i’m trying to get made, i been up for days
d-mn i’ll never pop another pill, man that sh-t is real
girl you know you f-ckin’ 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 ‘em in
(straight from mexico, call her quintana)
(d-mn, she smoke my dope… swear to god we go rambo)
(if you disrespect the dope…)

[verse 3: wale]
god, n-gg-s can’t f-ck with me
i’ve got a bunch of b-tches tryna f-ck with me
i’m unsociable with like most of them
‘cause i don’t socialize with them suckers, man
normally, i’m with them mollies
this is the nail in the coffin, n-gg-s is soft
n-gg-s remind me of nails at a spa
so under-polished, novices
they barkin’ up the wrong tree
never let me be, trust me
if you with me, then you goin’ h
i got them sweatin’ like these b-tches herein all day
and i’m off atlantic, 2-1 rob ‘em, b-mbaclot, n-gg-
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-ckin’ c-notes
we starters, it’s the ma’f-ckin’ glee club, godd-mn

[bridge]
la flame, don’t play no games
these n-gg-s is lames
this n-gg-s ain’t lords, we the new lords
(mercy me, oh, mercy me)
(mercy me, oh, mercy me)
(mercy me, oh, mercy me)

[hook]

- travi scott

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