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    Travis Scott feat. Kacy Hill – 90210 [2015]

    Kacy HillTravis Scott

    [Part I]

    [Intro: Travis Scott, Kacy Hill & Chantel Jeffries]
    (Dean, what’s poppin’? Yo, Travis)
    Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
    Mama’s bailing down that road, craving 9021…

    [Verse 1: Travis Scott & Chantel Jeffries]
    She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley
    (Honestly, God bless)
    Who left her hometown world all for that alley
    Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties
    (I hope it was wet like my jumper, though)
    Ooh, used to take the long way home
    Long way home, all for that candy, mm (Hahaha)

    [Chorus: Kacy Hill]
    Baby’s hooked on feeling low
    Do, do, do
    Do, doo

    [Verse 2: Travis Scott]
    Jacques turn La Flame, now he rolling on a Addy
    50 on a chain, another 50 on a Caddy, oh
    He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone
    Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley
    Hmm, yeah, then find an alley, mm

    [Chorus: Kacy Hill]
    Baby’s hooked on feeling low
    Do, do, do
    Do, doo

    [Bridge: Travis Scott & Kacy Hill]
    In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley
    In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh
    It’s the superstar girl, superstar girl, roaming in that alley
    Baby’s hooked on feeling low
    In the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley

    [Part II]

    [Interlude: Travis Scott]

    [Verse 3: Travis Scott]
    Yeah, my granny called, she said, “Travie, you work too hard
    I’m worried you’ll forget about me”
    I’m falling in and out of clouds, don’t worry, I’ma get it, Granny
    What happened? Now my daddy happy, Mama called me up
    That money coming and she love me, I done made it now
    I done found life’s meaning now
    All them days her heart’d break, her heart not in pieces now
    Friends turning into fraud niggas
    Practicing, have the passion, you niggas packaged different
    All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can’t have it
    I’ma sell it, you niggas salary ’bout to cap, bitch
    Youngest nigga outta Houston at the Grammys
    Smiling at ’em laughing at me
    I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked and passed it back, bitch
    All of this off of rapping, should’ve wrote this in Latin
    Yeah yeah, mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
    I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
    Cuzzo said we in the store, yeah, we ’bout to drop a four
    He pass the cigarette, I choke
    Woo, tell my auntie put them ports down, them ports down
    Now you know you love your own now
    Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don’t put your nose down
    I ain’t knockin’, nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now
    Whole crew, I swear they counting on me
    Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me
    Houses on me, he got them ounces on him
    Holy Father, come save these niggas, I’m styling on ’em
    Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses
    I’m driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them
    Distant sky, from north of the border, my chips is in order
    My mom’s biggest supporter so now niggas support a nigga

    Kacy HillTravis Scott

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