Trav - Celebrate lyrics

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Trav - Celebrate lyrics

[Intro] Say a prayer for my enemies, celebrate for my haters [x2] [Verse 1] King Jivey Joe I still walk with a semi Pull up, (Skrrt) park the [?] Half of these b**hes that you love and I'm ripping they remi Ain't got a problem in the ho cause still walk with the semi Playing the stops, I get you parked, don't call me lil Kenny 16 years old, come through in that Bentley Lambo, Rolls Royce, [?] you can tell me I been doing this, you new to this That little buzz you got, n***a I ruined it All that gangster sh** you kick, bullsh** All my n***as is known, letting them full clips Bought so many guns I can't even count Heard the feds tapping the phone at my mama's house sh**, these n***as know what a n***a bout Come through, banshees on these n***a's route Now where the drama that you talk about? Boom stick, n***as will wipe your mama out [Hook] Say a prayer for my enemies, celebrate for my haters [x2] I just pull up, hop out, stunting on these n***as I just pull up, hop out, stunting on these b**hes I just pull up, hop out, stunting on these n***as I just pull up, hop out, stunting on these b**hes Go! [Verse 2] n***as eagle tripping Drunk or something, must of popped a Xan Muscle pills got him feeling like he the Hulk again Man make the money, money don't make the f**ing man Queens, I'm a big deal n***a, you know who I am Ye know I'm in now, something that's how I got the check Brother been letting it go, he don't want the feds Respect go both ways n***a, two way street Employees got to answer to this, it's like what's in the streets And you don't know having that money will get you hit A shooter with nothing to lose will make you [?] Bodies on top of them bodies, I'm on that chopper sh** Family biz all in them streets, that kamikaze sh** Old head flexing in that Kangol hat If he wasn't a big bro I let that [?] clap b**h you mean ATL n***a, what up that's Trav For you, I let it clap, n***a don't do that I said, I don't want to talk bout this sh** like no more Chris probably turn in his grave like “Oh Lord” [?] looking like [?], go boy In Queens n***as calling me king like chessboards You next boy! [Hook]