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Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh | Mama's bailing down that road, craving 9021- | She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley
(Dean, what's poppin'? Yo, Travis) Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Mama's bailing down that road, craving 9021- She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley (Honestly, God bless) Who left her hometown world all for that alley Ooh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties (I hope it was wet like my jumper, though) Ooh, used to take the long way home Long way home, all for that candy, mm (hahaha) Baby's hooked on feeling low Do, do, do Do, doo Jacques turned La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy, oh He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley Hmm, yeah, to find that alley, mm Baby's hooked on feeling low Do, do, do Do, doo In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh It's the superstar girl, superstar girl, roaming in that alley (baby's hooked on feeling low) Ooh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley (I gotta tell ya) Ooh, aah Ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Yeah My granny called, she said, "Travvy, you work too hard I'm worried you forget about me" I'm falling in and out of clouds, don't worry, I'ma get it, Granny, uh What happened? Now my daddy happy Mama called me up, that money coming and she love me I done made it now, I done found life's meaning now All them days her heart'd break, her heart not in pieces now Friends turning into fraud niggas Practicing half the passion, you niggas packaged different All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it I'ma sell it, your niggas salary, we 'bout to cap, bitch Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys Smiling at 'em laughing at me I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked, then passed it back, bitch All of this off of rapping, should've wrote this in Latin, yeah, yeah Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Cuzzo said we in the store, yeah, we 'bout to drop a four He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo Told my auntie, "Put them 'Ports down, them 'Ports down" Now you know you love your own now Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don't put your nose down I ain't knockin', nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now Whole crew, I swear they counting on me Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me Houses on me, he got them ounces on him Holy Father, come save these niggas, I'm styling on 'em Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses I'm driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them Just this guy from north of the border, my chips is in order My mom's biggest supporter so now a nigga support a nigga
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