Correction Lyrics Travis scotts by DaBaby

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[Part I

Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know winter's here
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nikе boys, hoppin' out coupes
I been done ridin' through another n***a city
I got a brand nеw Draco with me
Clip got .33, Scotty Pippen
b*t*h n***a ain't heard of me, I got a Richard
Drippin' my sweats with Givenchy
I brought my strap in the party
And my diamonds Offset like Cardi
Got a bad b*t*h with me, she a Barbie, huh
You don't wanna start with me
Got some hood n***as postin' in the jordan
I have this n***a on back of a carton
Spillin' a bird, 33 on Cartier
I got 33 b*t*hes with me
I'ma float to through the city, sippin' on some Chardonnay
f**k it, I'ma buy it out the bar today
f**k it, I'm buying out Barney's, yay
I'ma hang with the gangbangers
He only hang with the feds and the rats and the mice
And my young n***a pull up with the bullets
I'ma pull up with the strap, we gon' get him on sight
We gon' make a thriller like Mike
Car tainted, painted Mike and Ike
And my diamonds lookin' like a light
I'ma fly a private like a kite
Got a Bentley coupe on the right
This sh*t way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, b*t*hes treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pu**y!)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh)
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this sh*t together? I'm the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said (playin' for keeps)
Someone said, motherf**k what someone said
(Don't play us for weak)
Yeah
I been tryna call
I been on my own for long enough
Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe
I'm going through withdrawals
You don't even have to do too much
You can turn me on with just a touch, baby
I look around and Sin City's cold and empty (oh)
No one's around to judge me (oh)
I can't see clearly when you're gone
I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights
No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch
I said, ooh, I'm drowning in the night
Oh, when I'm like this, you're the one I trust
Hey, hey, hey
I'm running out of time
'Cause I can see the sun light up the sky
So I hit the road in overdrive, baby
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (ooh)
My body got rid of them toxins (mmh, mmh)
Sportscenter, top ten
I could put the ball in the end zone
Put a bad b*t*h in the friendzone, ooh
This sh*t sound like an intro
Jetson, give me that tempo, ooh
Told Pooh he a fool with this sh*t (he a fool)
Told her don't let her friends know (don't)
In the 'Ville and I move like a don (don)
Eating fettuccine at Vincenzo's
Me and my 'migos got that free smoke
On the West Coast, yeah, I'm talking 'bout pre-rolls (pre-roll)
Dark haired b*t*h and she look like Shego (she do)
Hometown hero, feeling myself, can't murder my ego (can't do it)
She heard of my deep stroke
She said, "Babe, does it hurt when I deep throat?" (It does)
Certified freak ho, hang around us and she learnin' my lingo
Woo, woo
I pull up like
How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh)
How you pull up? I pull up (Seth in the kitchen)
Let's go

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