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Travis Scott

Jacques Berman Webster II (born April 30, 1992), known professionally as Travis Scott (formerly stylized as Travi$ Scott), is an American rapper, singer, songwriter and record producer. In 2012, Scott signed his first major-label deal with Epic Records. In November of the same year, Scott signed a deal with Kanye West's GOOD Music, as part of its production wing Very GOOD Beats, after appearing on the label's 2012 compilation album Cruel Summer. In April 2013, Scott signed a record deal with T.I.'s Grand Hustle imprint. Scott's first full-length project, a mixtape titled Owl Pharaoh, was self-released in May 2013. This was followed with a second mixtape, titled Days Before Rodeo, in August 2014. His debut studio album, Rodeo, was released in September 2015 an… more »

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2018

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D.A. got that dope

Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (yeah) flood the mansion (big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (it's lit)
See the bitches undercover (in the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

Pull up in a Demon, on God (on God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (on God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit)

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Blow the brains out the coupe (boo)
Police wanna talk, but I'm on mute (woo-woo, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (ice)
F*ck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (yeah)
She an addict (addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be drippin' to death, I need a casket (drippin')
And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like David Beckham (field, bow-bow)
All my niggas locked up, for real, I'm tryna help 'em (free, free)
When I got a mil', got me the chills, don't know what happened (hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that zombie (hey, hoo)
I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no Gandhi (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm more like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (hey, hey)
Niggas be clonin', I find it funny (clone, haha)
We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon (we from the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can't tell me nothin' (eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of your budget (woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin' got me clutchin'
Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia

Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (yeah) flood the mansion (big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (it's lit)
Bitches undercover (in the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

Pull up in a Demon, on God (on God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (on God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit)

In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don't owe a nigga nann favor
When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
I'm slidin' in a coupe, ain't got no key to start
I got the fire on me in BET Awards
When your well run dry, you know you need me for it
When I pull up in the Buick, you know what I'm doin'
If the police get behind me, I'm fleein' and eludin'
Sleepin' on the palette turned me to a savage
I'm a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still jackin'
I be sippin' on lean, tryna keep balance
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's with my Reeboks
I don't say much, I just let the heat talk
Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock
My lil' baby ride the dick like a seatlock
When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
When I jumped up out the Beam', I was in Celine
Baby girl, you just a fling, that ain't what I mean
Money bustin' out my jeans like I do the scheme

Pull up in a Demon, on God (on God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (on God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit)

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