Lyrics Travis Scott

Travis Scott

MIA

MIA-IA-IA-IA

MIA-IA-IA-IA-IA-IA-IA

MIA-IA-IA-IA-IA-IA-IA...

Lifted, I'm feelin' so gifted, trippin', I'm constantly fallin'

Channel view of the whole villa plottin' while burnin' a Marley

Damn these rare thoughts is so endless, bougie bitch whippin' the 'Rari

Out in the jungles, make it rumble, she get wet like safari

Bitches don't know, I teach 'em the ropes - Scottie the pope

Now only Giuseppe, Celine, Bottega, and parental discord is all that she know

Might let the drop top, since she's lampin with the trans am, keep it low

She pulled out the hard white on the highway for the line

Listen, pimpin' your bitches might visit my disick, disick all business

Might blizzard; roll up crib look like the tele, left jelly all over her biscuit

Last spring I lost a K of teeth, I copped it but now I don't miss it

World found it, teeth probably glissin' in fact that nigga prolly missin'

These choppers and these planes: they all doin' the same

They take me overseas; MIA-IA-IA-IA

MIA-IA-IA-IA-IA-IA-IA

MIA-IA-IA-IA-IA-IA-IA...

Speedin', and damn I'm leanin' on a Kawasaki

In the lobby, then we dro codeinin' out in Abu Dhabi

Chain beamin', man I hope you ain't anemic cause you might feel drowsy

Out in Sweden, it's just me and four women and we all playin' hockey

Blowed, Scott La Flame, pimp with no cane rockin' a robe in yo hood with no pass

Fuck up the flow, nothin' but fam cause niggas be hoes

You can have that, pass that, light it up and then blow

Imagery abstract, it's like NASDAQ when I stock it up and then go

Packed it up and moved to Goldman Sachs, my nigga Yeezy done taught me that

Young niggas in the soho house spillin' booze where the barbies at

Damn homie, this a movie nigga, take a picture of somethin', where your Kodak at?

This Scottie ain't totin' and swimmin' in women, he writin', producin', and scorin' and filmin'

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