TraviS Scott - MIA Lyrics


Lifted, I'm feeling so gifted, tripping, I'm constantly falling
Channel view of the whole villa, plotting while burning a Marley
Damn these rare thoughts is so endless, bougie bitch whipping the 'Rari
Out in the jungles, make it rumble, she get wet like safari
Bitches don't know, I teach 'em the ropes, Scottie the Pope
Now only Giuseppe, Celine, Bottega
And parental discord is all that she know
Might let the drop top, since she's lamping with the trans am, keep it low
She pulled out the hard white on the highway for the line
Listen, pimping your bitches might visit my disick, disick all business
Might blizzard, roll up crib look like the tele, left jelly all over her biscuit
Last spring I lost a K of teeth, I copped it but now I don't miss it
World found it, teeth probably glissing, in fact that nigga prolly missing

These choppers and these planes
They all doing the same, they take me overseas

Speeding, and damn I'm leaning on a Kawasaki
In the lobby, then we 'dro codeining, out in Abu Dhabi
Chain beaming, 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 playing hockey
Blowed, Scott La Flame, pimp with no cane
Rocking a robe in your hood with no pass
Fuck up the flow, nothing but fam cause niggas be hoes
You can have that, pass 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 nigga Yeezy done taught me that
Young niggas in the Soho house
Spilling booze where the barbies at
Damn homie, this a movie nigga
Take a picture of something, where your Kodak at?
This Scottie ain't toting and swimming in women
He writing, producing and scoring and filming


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