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letra de poet and parade - travis scott

[part i: poet]

[chorus]
ridin’ ’round in my old whip
used to drive that thing like i stole it
i control the drop while you roll it
12 pull us over, you’ll hold it
you the coldest girl out the north, yeah
you the hottest girl and you know it
i might just let you poet for real, yeah

[bridge]
ah, yeah, got a little trip
got it real, ridin’ really real
ridin’ round, trynna make a mil’, yeah

[verse]
d-mn, i woke up not a monogamous
lipstick all over my boxers, though
who knew this trend-sh-t was possible?
money, money, alcohol, p-ssy, weed
everything that i need, a whole lotta more
got them gold wrappers though
aha, you know, scared that b-tch, vamanos
i gotta know one thing about you before i ménage you
is you frеaky, you nasty? you know you like women?
you remind mе of holly
ayo, holly, i’m in it, let me know when you ready
come and lay with a lion
i’ma pounce on that p-ssy, you know when i’m in it
you cum harder than i do
like a xan’ on a bicycle, know i be rollin’
rollin’, i’m rollin’, i’m focused i don’t need no foldgers
no remote, i’m gone control it
stomach rumblin’, i be money hungry
got the money coming in right at the spot where it so hot, surrounded by police
hop in my whip, we can ghost it, yeahhhh
[chorus]
ridin’ ’round in my old whip
used to drive that thing like i stole it
i control the drop while you roll it
12 pull us over, you’ll hold it
you the coldest girl out the north, yeah
you the hottest girl and you know it
i might just let you poet for real, yeah

[bridge]
ah, yeah, got a little trip
got it real, ridin’ really real
ridin’ round, trynna make a mil’, yeah

[part ii: parade]

[chorus]
we pull up, we park up, we hop out, we pop out, parade (yeah)
all of these b-tches and bottles, it’s cirque du soleil (woo)
i need all these hunnids, these thousands, these millions today (straight up, ayy)
they callin’ me michael the way that i’m beatin’ the case (la flame)
so go ‘head and boot up and light up and start a parade (woo)
my n-ggas drug dealers and k!llers, they not no fugaz’ (yeah)
i’m the man, i’m the man with the bands in his hands that can start a parade (straight up)
call your friends, call your friends, tell ’em run it and come over, let’s start a parade
[verse]
yeah, last time i told these n-ggas, “i show up, it’s on”
n-gga, af-on when i rep my life, n-gga, that’s on my own
peace sign with my piece so long, n-gga, as if it gon’ go
short-haired and short-minded n-gga, shorty for the feelin’ feely-ówns
see these n-ggas that get it poppin’ these n-ggas gotta hasi in the- world wraithe
i’nna sod my n-ggas, a lotta feelin’ my n-ggas and, godd-mn, my n-ggas a lil’ late
need to show up late, n-gga, show up
hit em’ on in, get your dough up
hoes innaminafly with the flow up, n-gga, go nuts
ooh, hit this parkin’ lot, hittin’ doughnuts
swervin’ off that curb, n-gga, don’t crash into my worst
mo’f-cka, i might blast it out and get a hurry
hin a min’ or get it early
fist-a-mona ring or visit barzé, is it worth it?

- travis scott

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