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letra de 90210 - travis scott feat. kacy hill

(dean, what′s poppin’? ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
(yo, travis)
mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

mama′s bailing down that road, craving 9021.

she a p-rn star girl, oh, from the valley
(honestly, god bless)
who left her hometown world all for the alley
oh, created lake tahoe all from her panties
(i hope it was wet like my jumper, though)
ooh, used to take the long way home, long way home, all for that candy, mhm

baby is hooked on feeling low
doo, doo, doo
doo, doo

jacques to la flame, now you rolling on an addy
50 on her chain, ‘nother 50 on her caddy, oh
he might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone
pop anything, pop anything, to find an alley
hmm, yeah, to find an alley, mhm

baby is hooked on feeling low
doo, doo, doo
doo, doo

in the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley
in the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh
it’s the superstar girl, superstar girl, roaming in that alley
ooh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley (doo, doo, doo)
ooh-ahh

ooh-ooh

ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

yeah
my granny called, she said, “travie, you work too hard, i′m worried you′ll forget about me”
i’m falling in and out of clouds, don′t worry, i’ma get it, granny
what happened? now my daddy happy, mama called me up
that money coming and she love me, i done made it now
i done found life′s meaning now
all them days her heart’d break, her heart not in pieces now

friends turning into fraud n-ggas
practicing, have the passion, you n-ggas packaged different
all you n-ggas, you n-ggas want, that′s why you can’t have it
i’ma sell it, you n-ggas salad, we ′bout the cabbage
youngest n-gga outta houston at the grammys
smiling at ′em laughing at me
i passed the rock to ye, he pump faked and passed it back, b-tch
all of this off of rapping, should’ve wrote this in latin, yeah

mmm, i know, i know, i know, i know, i know
i know, i know, i know, i know, i know
cuzzo said we in the stu, yeah, we ′bout to drop a four
he pass the cigarette, i choke, woo
told my auntie put them poles down, them poles down
now you know you love your own now
hit the stage, they got their hands up, don’t put your nose down
i ain′t knockin’ n-gga, i knocked the door down, for sure now

whole crew, i swear they counting on me
gold chains, gold rings, i got an island on me
houses on me, he got them ounces on him
holy father, come save these n-ggas, i′m styling on ’em
good lord, i see my good fortune in all these horses
i’m driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, i ignore them
distant sky from north of the border, my chips is in order
my mom′s biggest supporter, so now a n-gga support a n-gga

- travis scott feat kacy hill

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