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Travis Scott - Vodka Lyrics

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Little vodka and some juice
Mm, yeah
Yup (Ooh), yup, yup

[Chorus: Travis Scott & London Jae]
Okay, alright
It's time, right now
Go live (It's lit)
Little vodka an' some juice (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Anything keep me loose (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: London Jae]
Bitch you outta pocket, pocket rocket poppin'
Pop it at your noggin', lock it, keep the copy
Stop it, stay on topic, shoppin' in the tropics
Drop the check deposit, youngin, hide your target, yeah
Sunday to Sunday, I'm doublin' the profit
Hold the fuckin' phone, did this on my own
Hit the bitch I'm gone, gotta keep it movin' goin' way up
Mix the juice and the vodka, let's get it (yeah)
Cranberry Bentley, push it to the limit, through the ceiling
Catch up with me bitch, I’m on a million
Know I rock the Presidential when I show out on a mission
I'ma take it up a notch, I got a motherfuckin' feelin'
Yeah, London gon' make a killin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dippin' through the city in a lo-lo
I be with my dog, call him Toto
Please, no fucking photos
Nigga, win or lose, I'ma do the best, yeah
Pickin' through these bitches, leave the rest, yeah
[Chorus: Travis Scott & London Jae]
Okay, alright (Yeah)
It's time, right now
Go live (It's lit, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Little vodka an' some juice (Yeah, yeah)
Anything keep me loose (Yeah, nah, for real)

[Verse 2: London Jae]
Bank, bank account load it up with zero
Poppin' Percocets in the Matrix feelin' like Neo
40-loaded chopper, I can shoot you through the peephole (Peephole)
Never goin' outside, beefin' by the P.O
Got the baddest bitch around with me, I don't need to see hoe
Twenty-thousand a month, my new crib ain't got a keyhole
Tryna stuff my pockets with them chips like Doritos
I-I just want the cheese like Cheeto
Catch me up in traffic, my whip is immaculate (Skrr)
I wish a nigga might try me, I promise I'm packin' it
I Randy Moss all of my bitches, I’m throwin’ and catchin’ it
Magic City Monday, I be throwin' the cabbage, bitch I'm havin' it (Yeah)
R-Racin' through the city, fuck the speed limit
Everybody pointin' like, "Who that?" That was me in it
Back to back to back to back, sittin' on 21 like a savage
Be in the club, see me and Travis (Haha)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & London Jae]
Okay, alright (Yeah)
It's time, right now
Go live (It's lit, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bit of vodka an' some juice (Yeah, yeah)
Everything keep me loose (Yeah, nah, for real)