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Travis Scott - Dupe Lyrics

[Chorus: Sample and Travis Scott]
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[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, I'm free
Baby, free
I've been smokin', baby, she just changed the [?], yeah
Yeah, I'm free
Baby, free
I've been smokin', baby, she just changed the [?], yeah
Yeah
Yeah-yeah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Put it to slaughter
We gon' turn her to a rotter
This exotic
Swappin' [?], this shit exotic
Told her, "Park it"
Land this bitch somewhere erotic (-where erotic)
It's too crowded like the ocean flooded, crowded
Loose grind, they've been wildin' for hours (For hours)
Movin' silent, tip and toe, private island
I'm a body in that mold, I'mma body
Someone trade a 305 with the ZO (With the ZO)
I'm sittin' slab with [?] Memphis, stormin' goals (Stormin' goals)
We touch the beat before 30, I'm Booka old
That's on gang (Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Took her to Texas, changin' tactics (Yeah)
She fuck with the Jack, she rollin' cactus (Uh)
Off the status, changin' [?]
Marchin' like it's Madness
Stopped the devil, did it Baptist
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Come to the city, shit like magic
Hotter than a [?]
Demonic [?] cause a habit
[?] is static
T in tragic
Leave one savage, leave one carat
Twenty-one carats, I'm with Ferris
I'm skippin' through your music, I ain't hear it, they're like this
If that nigga can't take you far, then don't come near it
High spirit, come and take it with me, I'm tryin' to experiment
DJ with it, way I'm runnin' this track, I'm tryin' your endurance
They gon' kill it, all the dogs in bandanas, yeah, brown bandanas (Straight up)
They gon' set you like Atlanta, dip you like Santana
I might play you like piano, higher than soprano
Oh, woah-woah, mix it all shook up
Love it when you pull up with the no makeup
All my paper new, fuck the newspaper
Take you down with Scotty, see how far it take off (Yeah)
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[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Fifty M's a year (Fifty)
Tryna do a huncho (Facts)
Make it rain quick (21)
Better wear your poncho (On god)
Catch him at the light
We doin' [?] out a [?]
I don't play with niggas at all
I don't even own no console (Facts)
Know she want what's in my pockets, she just using convo (Yeah)
Probably heard 'bout how I ball, like I grew up with Lonzo (Yeah)
I got ex-Navy SEALs standin' at my front door
Yeah, woah (21, 21, 21)
Can't even focus, my blunt potent (Yeah)
Like John Wick, I use tokens (Yeah)
You niggas rodents (Yeah)
She seen my wrist and she get down, she turn ocean (Yeah, Yeah)
They fucked up, my boy still with no emotions (Yeah, 21)
I'm in the trenches by myself with all ghosts (Yeah, yeah)
Used to hit the kitchen lights, was all roaches (Yeah, yeah)
Want an M for a show, I ain't doin' Hostess (Facts, facts)
Make 200K a pop, I'm straight postin' (21, 21)
Every time I kick the door, I left it open (Yeah, yeah)
Had to get another mattress, she left it soakin' (Yeah, yeah)
Never rap my Fifth Amendment, I stand 'vokin (Yeah, yeah)
I know they wanna see me down, they somewhere scopin' (Yeah, 21)
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