Travis Scott (Travi$ Scott) - MIA (Demo) lyrics

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Travis Scott (Travi$ Scott) - MIA (Demo) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, ill America baby Scott, La Flame Ill America baby [Verse 1] Lifted, I’m feelin’ so gifted, trippin’, I’m constantly fallin’ Channel view of the whole villa, plottin’ while burnin’ a Marley Damn these rare thoughts is so endless, bougie b**h whippin’ the ‘Rari Out in the jungles, make it rumble, she get wet like safari b**hes don’t know, I teach ’em the ropes, Scottie the Pope Now only Giuseppe, Celine, and Bottega Proenza, the Schouler is all that she know Might let the drop top, and she’s Lamb’ fam Whippin’ trans am, keep it low She pulled out the hard white on the highway For the line, listen, pimpin’ Your b**h just might physic my disick, disick all business Might blizzard, roll up, crib look like the tele Left jelly all over her biscuit Last spring I lost 10K in teeth I copped it but now I don’t miss it Whoever found it, teeth probably glistenin’ In fact that n***a prolly missin’ [Hook] These choppers and these planes They all doin’ the same, they take me overseas M-I-A-I-M-I-A M-I-A-I-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-MI These choppers and these planes They all doin’ the same, they take me overseas M-I-A-I-M-I-A M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-I [Verse 2] Speedin’, and damn I’m leanin’ on a Kawasaki In the lobby, then we ‘dro codeinin’, out in Abu Dhabi Chain beamin’, man, I hope you ain’t anemic Cause you might feel drowsy Out in Sweden, it’s just me and four women And we all playin’ hockey Blowed, Scott La Flame, pimp with no cane Rockin’ a robe in your hood with no pa** f** up the flow, nothin’ but fam cause n***as be hoes You can have that, pa** that, light it up and then blow Imagery abstract, it’s like NASDAQ When I stock it up and then go Packed it up and moved to Goldman Sachs My n***a Yeezy done taught me that Young n***as in the Soho house Spillin’ booze where the Barbie at Damn homie, this a movie n***a Take a picture of somethin’, where your Kodak at? If Scottie ain’t totin’ or swimmin’ in women He writin’, producin’ and scorin’ and filmin’ [Hook] These choppers and these planes They all doin’ the same, they take me overseas M-I-A-I-M-I-A M-I-A-I-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-MI These choppers and these planes They all doin’ the same, they take me overseas M-I-A-I-M-I-A M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-I