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travis scott - franchise (demo) lyrics

[intro: travis scott]
yeah
yeah+yeah, yeah
mmm+hmm, mmm+hmm
mmm+hmm, mmm+hmm

[chorus: travis scott & young thug]
yup, in my white tee
yeah, call up hype williams for the hype, please
uh, they gon’ wipe you, before you wipe me
on boxes of checks, not my nikes (yeah)

[verse 1: travis scott & young thug]
cocoa like i’m iced tea (ah)
uh, got ’em bamboozled like i’m spike lee (ah)
uh, you need more than google just to find me (ah)
uh, i just call her “bae” to get her hyphy (ah)
ooh+ooh
i just start the label just to sign me (woo, woo, woo)
uh, me and chase connected like wе siamese (woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh, woo)
we’vе been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (yeah)
(i seen his face, seen it) yup, on his white tee, uh

[verse 2: young thug]
yeah, yup, call the sprite people (call ’em, hol’ on, brrt)
private flight to france, tryna sight+see (on private flights, brrat)
popped ’em in his hands, he was typin’ (da, da, da)
caterpillar ‘rari, i fold it, lift it up (up)
i went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (ayy)
ran up twenty million, told the devil, “keep the luck” (luck)
keep that, keep that ho (uh+uh)
rip pop, keep the smoke (ayy, slatt)
talk to me nicely (talk to me nicely)
keep her on the chain, that ain’t like me (that ain’t like me)
scotts with no strings, you can’t tie me (scotts with the, hol’ on, b+tch)
i’m higher than the plane, i’m where the skypes be (doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
yeah, yep, in my slime tee (doo, doo, doo, hee)
princey in his prime, yee (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
yellowbone too feisty, yee (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
clean him up, no napkin, yee (doo)
[chorus: travis scott & young thug]
yup, in my white tee
yeah, call up hype williams for the hype, please
uh, they gon’ wipe you, before you wipe me
on boxes of checks, not my nikes (yeah)

[verse 3: travis scott & young thug]
[?] there’s a lot i’m gon’ spend
tell me when, i beam you to pull up, you gon’ shootout while i spin
[?] yup, yeah, you know that
and when they free us out, it’s gonna be a film, a kodak (yeah)
shoot me pourin’ right above the rim like pollack
i’ve been rippin’ and runnin’, not slippin’ or slidin’, athletic tendencies
i’ve been up since, cheffin’ it, whippin’ it to the base rock, i provide the remedy (let’s go)
when we open gates up at utopia (it’s lit), it’s like zootopia
you see the crosses over ya (yeah), that’s how you know it’s us
at 4 a.m. i’m phonin’ ya’, not for no shoulder rub
them jackboys open cleaners up, the way they fold and tuck

[chorus: travis scott & young thug]
yup, in my white tee
yeah, call up hype williams for the hype, please
uh, they gon’ wipe you, before you wipe me
on boxes of checks, not my nikes (yeah)

- travis scott lyrics

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