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Allen Ritter - Poet Days Before Birds Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bibi Bourelly]
Come and let me occupy you, babe you fucking occupation
Nigga like me when I satisfy you, yeah
Try the oldest conversations
I wanna drag you ass to backroom [?] shit, fuck it let me ride [?]
We can on [?] with da windows down, down
[?] magazines and [?] of seagulls
Are you escape the water haven't drown, drown, drown (Metro)
[?] worried about you, drown, Imma [?], Imma let it, drown, drown, drown
Imma let it [?] you, drown, drown, babe you fucking occupation

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ridin' 'round in my old whip
Used to drive that thing like I stole it
I control the drop while you roll it
12 pull us over, you'll hold it
You the coldest girl out the North, yeah
You the hottest girl and you know it
I might just let you pour it for rеal, yeah

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Ah, yeah, got a little trip
Got it rеal, ridin' really real
Ridin' round, trynna make a mil', yeah

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Man I woke up up in the middle of the night
And just fillin' up my backwood all up
As many extendos as possible
Money, money alcohol pussy weed
Everything on me weed and the lab-anos
Got the diam-anos, angelos
You get it vámonos
I gotta' know
One thing about you, I'm finna' menage you
You still give me time yeah you know, massage you
You might make me hide you, but
How you can but you know that you winnin'
You know what you wearin'
The pot and to piss in
You know when you in it
Come with more hydro and NyQuil
More Xan than a Bicycle, you know that I roll it
Roll it you I'm rollin' my pollie holdin' from my coaches
Niggas know I remote control it
Money, fuck it, I need money homie
Got that money comin' in, out at the spot
Got it hot, on lock as approaches
Hop in my whip we get coast it, yeah
[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Ah, yeah, got a little trip
Got it real, ridin' really real
Ridin' round, trynna make a mil', yeah

[Chorus: : Travis Scott]
Ridin' 'round in my old whip
Used to drive that thing like I stole it
I control the drop while you roll it
12 pull us over, you'll hold it
You the coldest girl out the North, yeah (North, yeah)
You the hottest girl and you know it (Know it)
I might just let you pour it for real, yeah (Pour it for real)

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Ah, yeah, got a little trip
Got it real, ridin' really real
Ridin' round, trynna make a mil', yeah (Metro boomin want some more nigga)

[Verse 3: Travis Scott & Gizzle]
Damn, I woke up not a monogamous
Lipstick all over my boxers, though
Who knew this trill shit was possible?
Money, money, alcohol, pussy, weed
Everything that I need, a whole lotta more
Got them gold wrappers though
Aha, you know, scared that bitch, vamanos
I gotta know one thing about you before I ménage you
Is you freaky, you nasty? You know you like women?
You remind me of Holly
Ayo, Holly, I'm in it, let me know when you ready
Come and lay with a lion
I'ma pounce on that pussy, you know when I’m in it
You cum harder than I do
Like a Xan' on a bicycle, know I be rollin'
Rollin', I'm rollin', I’m focused I don’t need no Folgers
No remote, I'm gone control it
Stomach rumblin', I be money hungry
Got the money coming in right at the spot where it so hot, surrounded by police
Hop in my whip, we can ghost it, yeah
[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Ah, yeah, got a little trip
Got it real, ridin' really real
Ridin' round, trynna make a mil', yeah

[Chorus: : Travis Scott]
Ridin' 'round in my old whip
Used to drive that thing like I stole it
I control the drop while you roll it
12 pull us over, you'll hold it
You the coldest girl out the North, yeah
You the hottest girl and you know it
I might just let you pour it for real, yeah

[Transition Outro to Parade]
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)