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travis scott - quintana lyrics

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[intro]
sh-t i got like…
la flame!

[chorus: travis scott]
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: travis scott]
praise to the pope
bless you with this dope
step into my world where we get ghost
’cause in my mind we float
every time we step into 1oak
they tweaking off the c0ke
f-ck i’m out my mind, i’m burning bread
so much let’s have a toast
’cause my n-ggas and momma know
if i wasn’t here, n-gga 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-ggas rocking chains
and whipping slave ships
now who the slave b-tch?

[chorus: travis scott]
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 2: travis scott]
straight from the lair or himalayas
i got more keys than the mayor, let’s have a prayer
kelly divine off in my pager, i’ll hit her later
dawn to dusk i’m tryna 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-cking 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

[chorus: travis scott]
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 & travis scott]
look, y’all n-ggas 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 where them suckers be
lyrically i will demolish
this is the nail in the coffin, n-ggas is soft
n-ggas remind me of nails at a spa
so under-polished, novices
they barkin’ up the wrong tree (double m)
trust me if you with me then you goin’ eat
i got them sweatin’ like these b-tches herein all day
and i’m off atlantic, 2-1 rob ’em, bumbaclot, n-gga
not a p-o-k, i’m out for the vs
get lifted, few zips like a steep tech
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 comes to the mothaf-ckin’ c-notes
we’ll start us a mothaf-ckin’ glee club
god d-mn…

[bridge: a$ap bari & travis scott]
la flame, don’t play no games
these n-ggas is lames
these n-ggas ain’t lords, we the new lords
lord, self-sacrifice
mercy me, oh, mercy me
mercy me, oh, mercy me
mercy me, oh, mercy me
mercy me, oh, mercy me
mercy me

[chorus: travis scott]
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



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