Álbum Birds In The Trap Sing McKnight de Travis Scott - Canciones

Birds In The Trap Sing McKnight

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The EndsVer letra 3:21

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letra de The Ends
2AM howlin' outside
Lookin' but I cannot find
Don't you fall asleep this time
I been on a long way drive
Only you can stand my mind
Only you can fix inside
So if I make it out tonight
Let's make it a badass time

Okay, I got it, copy
20/20, but I can't see nobody
One eye open, Illuminati
This might be the verse that make 'em drop me
Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies
No, that wasn’t my girl, that was just a hobby
Call up 50, tell 'em load up the lobby
Elevator up, no need to find me
Yeah, yeah
X-ray vision, see through you niggas
Newspaper stand, we press the issue
We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles
Right up at your hood up north
Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental
Fuckin' up my room, I've been rackin' up incidentals
Cookin' on a tune, I been cheffin' up instrumentals
Nothin' else to do when you're ridin' in the
When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat
Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet
Gotta watch my back now, cause these niggas at me
All black in a Benz when I pull up on you

They don't want to see me in the ends, in the ends
Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends
From the tribe called check-a-hoe like Indian
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Eh, today I'mma take a cheque and cancel left
I guess it's all survival but please be careful
I gave up on the Bible long time ago
I hope it ain't give up on me, I don't know
I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids
And dumped them in the creek up from where I live
Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around
We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around
Killer would show up with boxes of pizza
And said he had a label recruitin' people
Put that on my grandma and everythin'
My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne
It could've been me or could've been you too
What a memory in me, needing to lose
What's gon' patch up my inner tube
So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too

Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro now
In the ends, I'mma kick your door down
Oh yeah, we keep wildin' out the Mo' now
Oh yeah, keep that 300 zero when I pull up on ya
Way BackVer letra 4:32

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letra de Way Back
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Don't wet no more

I need fake niggas to get way back
James Harden with the range on me nigga way back
Homie start switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back

(Wooo)
I can't get no rest (we in the house)
I fall asleep with a Tec (rack)
Stashin' all the pills in my desk (rack)
Wearin' every chain on my neck (we in the house) (come on)
I can't get no rest (come on)
I ride around with a Tec (champ)
Stashin' all the pills in my desk (champ)
Wearin' every chain on my neck (go crazy on 'em)

Woah, wait
It's summer time, why they tryna throw shade?
All these wins I can never gold state (yeah)
UFC I'm tapping to my old ways (alright)
I'm addressing shit like I'm on Waze
Showed ya love, ain't show it back in OK
Like the girl, that she go both ways
Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé
Hopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ (yeah)
Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay
I be (yeah) makin' mils, made it to a hobby (it's lit!)
Don't bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobby
You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby
I'm so loaded off the pills, so don't ever try me
So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean

I need fake niggas to get way back (way back)
James Harden with the range on me nigga way back
Homie start switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back

Whew
I can't get no rest (we in the house)
I fall asleep with a Tec (rack)
If I take a sip, take the rest (rack)
Wearin' every chain on my neck (we in the house)
I can't get no rest (come on)
I ride around with a Tec (champ)
Stashin' all the pills in my desk (champ)
Wearin' every chain on my neck (go crazy on 'em)
(We in the house)

Look boy, boy don't believe what's on your TV
Look boy, don't you sit close to your TV
Look boy, seeing is believing
Look boy, look boy (yeah)

Would it be unlawful (yeah)
To spend a honeymoon in a brothel
And share pics from the camera
But they'll be quick to turn that into a scandal
I'm down in the Meadows
Slidin' down the Waterfall, creep to the ghetto
Need my Rio de Janeiro
And I'm swimmin' out that bitch
Michael Phelps with the medals
So visit me (yeah)
I just built a castle deep (yeah yeah)
In them trees (yeah)
That's how I get them backwoods free (yeah yeah)
This right here some savagery (yeah yeah)
Bend it back from me (yeah yeah)
Way, way back for me (yeah yeah)
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me
CoordinateVer letra 3:46

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letra de Coordinate
Hey Travis Scott, h-h-hey Trav
You know what the fuck up, nigga
Know what I'm talkin' bout?
Nigga, one thing for sure
Two things for certain, nigga
We gon' keep drinking this motherfucking lean, nigga
And wearin' these motherfuckin' rockstar jeans, nigga
They want what a nigga can't stand
I know what they can't stand
I know why they mad, nigga
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
But we don't give a fuck
We gon' keep this big ass Mac 11 on deck
If any fuck nigga get out of line
If any fuck nigga want do somethin' nigga we can do it nigga
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
I'mma need some more, need some more, if I really wanna feel it
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Spend that money fast if I have to
Make that money back if I had you
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up!)
Coordinate the xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

Highway, dip in traffic
2 gears, automatic
Leave the strip club tragic
2 broads going at it (It's lit!)
Me and Jacques going brazy
Me and Chase going brazy (Straight up!)
Smashin' off your old lady (Yeah!)
Everythin' all gravy (Yeah!)
Coordinate the tan in the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (It's lit!)
Pour a little more if you really wanna feel it (Straight up!)
Foreign little broad and I really wanna hit it
I'ma take her to the back and RAH, RAH, RAH

Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
I'mma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Spend that money fast if I have to (Yeah!)
Make that money back if I had you (It's lit!)
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up!)
Coordinate the xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up!)
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies, yeah
(Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya
Outchea goin' hard for ya
You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya
You've been goin' hard for ya
You might fear my ideas
When it's time to pop pills and pop seals (It's lit!)
When I run a fire drill, you're right here
Everytime we drop out, we drop chills (Straight up!)
Tryna tell ya
Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
Outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
You've been goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)

Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
I'mma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Spend that money fast if I have to
Make that money back if I had you
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Through The Late Night 4:46
Beibs In The TrapVer letra 3:33

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letra de Beibs In The Trap
That coca

I just poured a 8 in a liter
Throw some jolly ranchers in make it sweeter
Versace my clothes I'm with a white ho
And she snortin' three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch snorting up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, there's shit on your nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I'mma get more
Yeah I'mma get more
Bitch close the door, the shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I'mma get more
Yeah I'mma get more

I just poured a 8 in a liter
Got a white bitch sniffin' on Bieber
Are you sure you want to party with the demons
Bitch, looking for a phone I ain't seen it
Told frost bring the water no Fiji
Free stix I'm poured up and I'm leanin'
I got a couple pussy niggas in their feelings
Cause their main bitch wanna come see me
She said she want more
Your girl is a hoe, you need to let go
She fucked all my bros, she's snorting the snow (that coca)
Now she's touching her toes
She got Anna Nicole all in her nose
If they kick down the door we gon' get locked for sure
She said she want more
Fuck it, I'mma get more

Nightmares, high life, sleepy, night night
Flashes, spotlight, pull up, nice guy
Help it, please
Beast, beast it
Bite me, ride me, strike me, indict me
Snipe it, swipe it, rapper, trapper (yeah yeah)
I'm lit, like nick, white bitch, she thick
Pulled out in the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed
Crazy girls got it poppin', aod got it poppin'
Tryna' text my accountant
Ain't no service in the mountains (straight up!)
Won't you come to the bottom
Know you heard a lot about 'em (yeah)
Heard they take that then they change like a mood ring
I watched them take that then they change like a mood ring
Pulled out in the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed

I just poured a 8th in a liter
Throw some jolly ranchers in make it sweeter
Versace my clothes I'm with a white ho
And she snortin' three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch rollin' on snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gonna leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, the shit on her nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I'mma get more
Yeah I'mma get more
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I'mma get more
Yeah, I'mma get more
SDP Interlude 3:11
Sweet SweetVer letra 3:42

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letra de Sweet Sweet
'Cause you're sweet (ooh, ooh)
Sak pasé? (it's lit)
Wah yah seh? (wah yah seh)
Runnin' up, yah, all this cake (yah, yah)
Bag it up, yah, then come right away (yah, yah)
'Cause you're sweet, yah (yah)
What's your status? (yah)
Yah, might hit your address, if I'm on them Addys (yah, on Addys)
Jet right to you, I can't do no traffic (skrrr, skrrr)
I can't do no lacking (skrrr, skrrr)

'Cause you're sweet, sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (yah)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (yah, straight up)
'Cause you're sweet, sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (sweet)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (sweet)
'Cause you're sweet (sweet)

Like my time, like my juice (sweet, sweet)
We been downstairs in the basement with the moves (sweet, yah)
Aye, Shout my town, shout my troops (shout, shout)
Shout my jeweler, made my chain look like Fruit Loops, yuh (it's lit)
Come get a taste, come get a scoop (ooh, ooh, scoop)
I done made it out the hood through all the hoops (hula hoops)
I done finally found a way to make the loot (make the loot)
Link up all my niggas and my Jews, yuh (high up)
Link up, link up, yuh, link up pour my syrup (ooh, ooh, yah)
Bad bitch, yeah, they link up, link up
Go bezerk, do some shit you think of (yah, yah)
Lean, lean, lean, all this lean, lean, lean
We might lean, lean lean (oh)
Smoke all my shit (shit)
Stop it, start again (yah)

'Cause you're sweet, yah, yah, like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin' out with you is a no go

'Cau-, 'cause you're sweet, yuh (sweet)
Sak pasé? (yah)
Wah yah seh? (yah, yah)
Runnin' up, yah, all this cake (yah)
Bag it up, bag it up, then come right away

When I ask who bigger (yah)
Ain't tryna argue with ya, I'm tryna figure (straight up)
Who you with, who your team, what your side? (yah)
How you, how you, how you ride (skrrr, skrrr)
How you use me to survive (straight up)
Yuh, 'cause we up, lit at five (ooh, ooh, oh)
At the crib goin' live, oh, so live (oh, yuh)
Eric keep the strippers, yuh, order V Live (yah)
Order wings, told em' hold the

'Cause you're sweet, it's lit like cocoa (it's lit)
But all you wanna do is the coco (yah, yah)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (straight up)
'Cause you're sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin' out with you is a no go
'Cause you're sweet
OutsideVer letra 2:56

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letra de Outside
[Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain't goin' in, yeah
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in

[Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, automatic
Yeah, always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah
Where I'm at is static, but it ain't got traffic, yeah
Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip
Balance on the beam, yeah, balance on the beam, yeah
Do some shit I've never seen
Won't you come out with the team, yeah
Yeah, you might just win a ring, yeah
While they home on they homescreens

[Travis Scott]
And all my niggas outside
Ain't goin' in, yeah
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in

[Travis Scott]
We been hangin' outside, not goin' in
Outside not goin' in
Pull up in a Lambo or just with the Benz
Checkin' out, never checkin' in
We been outside, not goin' in
Hope you had a mattress when you sleepin' on me
Hope you got some backup if you creepin' on me
Cause just last week I rest in peace'd a homie
Why you do it? Why you switch up?
Was it for the image or for the pictures?
You always seem to show up when I'm at the mixes
Cause you know I'm not myself when I'm off the liquor
Off the lean, it's always better off the lean

[Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain't goin' in, yeah
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
All my niggas outside

[21 Savage]
21, 21, 21, 21, all my niggas outside
Pillow talkin' sneak dissin' get a nigga jaw wired
Beat yo baby mama throat so long she say her jaw's tired
Young Savage get a nigga whacked cause I got mob ties
I'm a wise guy
All my niggas in the field
I'm draped in Avianne, I ain't got a deal
Slaughter Gang and PDE, we killin' shit for real
Ten bad bitches, suckin' dick and eatin' pills
And I keep that Tommy, nigga, and I ain't talkin' Hil
And I be on mud, I get mad if it spill
Bitch, I know your baby daddy probably wanna kill
I'm a real nigga, fuck niggas can’t feel
Plus I get inside that bowl and skrt, skrt, skrt
Hit it from the back pull up her skirt
I just copped that Bentley truck, I skrt, skrt, skrt
Bitch, I’m outside on the percs, percs, percs

[Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain't goin' in, yeah
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
All my niggas outside
Goosebumps 4:03
First TakeVer letra 5:13

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letra de First Take
[Travis Scott]
Don't like what I saw
This life without yours
Despite I was lost
Despite you got flaws
Just let our love play, its course
Let you tell it, what's mine is yours, what's yours is yours
All the signs I ignored
I play love like a sport

[Travis Scott]
Yeah, first date
You ain't on time, you were late
When you around me, you're safe (lit)
You can't go off of a heresay
I know that look on your face
You think you winnin' a race
You think all I do is play
I didn't put you in your place
Then why you still here in my place?
Yeah, thought so, yeah, and also
You think too much, we all know
You think too much, we all know
Yeah, I ain't tryna go back to war with your morals
You can't kill the vibe, it's immortal (straight up)
I ain't buyin' it even though I can afford ya
'Cause I know

[Travis Scott]
Don't like what I saw (don't like what I saw)
This life without yours (this life without yours, oh)
Despite I was lost (despite I was lost, oh)
Despite you got flaws
Just let our love play its course
Let you tell it
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours
All the signs I ignored
I play love like a sport

[Travis Scott]
This love won't grow 'less we find growth
Wipe down your nose, girl
Won't you come over?
Let's both find hoes
Let's fuck them both
But you think too hard, we all know
You think too hard, we all know
So say nothin', nothin'
'Cause you think too hard, we all know
Yeah, you know I'd rather lead it than follow
You and me, baby, mano y mano (it's lit)
'Cause I know, I know

[Travis Scott & Bryson Tiller]
Don't like what I saw
This life without yours
Despite I was lost
Despite you got flaws
Just let our love play its course
Let you tell it
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours (all is yours)
All the signs I ignored
I play love like a sport (like a sport, no, yeah)

[Bryson Tiller]
Okay, lil' mama
I still ain't heard from lil' mama
We go back to Angliana when you was studying in college
But I called you and brought you out to Santa Monica
Believed in you, I was your sponsor
I got love for you, but I'm not in love
Gave me affection
Girl, I was lost, she gave me direction
Went through fuckin' you with no protection
All my blessings
Girl, you one of all my blessings
You think I don't care about you?
Girl, you better call my best friend
I got time to waste
Girl, I got time to waste
Girl, I cancelled everything
Just to get back on the same page
To finish the story
But you would rather ignore me
Your mama called to check on me
But you won't even pick up the phone, shit
God damn, you feelin' yourself
Out in Hollywood, you got a nigga with some wealth
You ain't free tonight, I bet he call somebody else
Tryna tell you I'm the last real nigga left
You can hit me if you need help
With your love problems, with your money problems
I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em
I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em
I just might solve 'em

[Bryson Tiller]
Just call me or you could just pick up the phone, baby
I know, I know you're home, baby
Baby, I know, I know
Pick Up The Phone 4:12
LoseVer letra 3:20

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letra de Lose
My lambo gon’ skrr, my crib ain’t got service
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dukes, can’t let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold the weight, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them

My lambo gon’ skrr, my crib ain’t got service
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dukes, can’t let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold the weight, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them

You know what, we grew on
We go back like futons and coupons
We too bad, we too wild, we too young
Shake some, my niggas gon’ shake some
Fall through and break somethin’
Broad day, and take something
Backwards, I've been livin' backwards
On my mattress, orgies on my mattress
Flashes, dreamin', havin' flashes
Dashin', hopin' I don't crash it

My lambo gon’ skrr, my crib ain’t got service
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dukes, can’t let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold the weight, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you

Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
GuidanceVer letra 3:27

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letra de Guidance
And I found out that you're bad for me
I found out that you had someone
Every time I get this drunk
I hope I wake up in another place (roll up, roll up)

I roll up behind it (yeah!), I wanna try it (yeah!)
Grip on your waist, bust up the place
Tantalizin' (straight up)
You're from the Islands, you stay wildin'
I guide, I guide you like a pilot

Haven't been around this year (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I like to see you change your gears
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's lit!)
To a motion that's more faster, babe
I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch up, babe

Come through, follow me
Rumble, follow me (yeah!)
Rollin', follow me
Opt to, follow me (straight up)
Do you like that?
Follow me
Nicest, follow me
Backwoods, follow me
Practice, follow me, yeah
Hop up, it's time for the switch (yeah!)
Lightskinned girls like the hair, man
It come with a twist
Badmon, badmon, yeah
You know it come with a risk
Ain't a bouncer but the way you bouncin'
I might just frisk ya (yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

I roll up behind it (yeah!)
I wanna try it (yeah!)
Grip on your waist, bust up the place
Tantalizin' (straight up)
You need some guidance, you stay wildin'
I'ma guide you like a pilot

Haven't been around this year (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I like to see you change your gears
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's lit!)
To a motion that's more faster
(Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop) babe
I'm grippin' like I'm tryna (grrrrrah!)
Catch up, babe

And I found out that you're bad for me
I found out that you had someone
Every time I get this drunk
I hope I wake up in another place (roll up, roll up)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh

You silent, you quiet
What happened to the loud talkin'?
All that noise, you done?
Are you finished?
Or are you done?
How you been wit your workout business?

Got my 'scription
Got my attention
You know my intentions
You know nobody know our business (oh)
God's our witness (yeah!)
Lit like my wrist is
Only like it when you're at your littest (it's lit!)

I roll up behind it (yeah!)
I wanna try it (yeah!)
Grip on your waist, bust up the place
Tantalizin' (straight up)
You need some guidance (uh)
You stay wildin' (uh)
I'ma guide you (uh)
Like a pilot

Haven't been around this year (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I like to see you change your gears
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's lit!)
To a motion that's more faster, babe
I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch up, babe

Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop, grrrrrah!
(I roll up, I roll up)
Wonderful 3:36