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Travis Scott - 90210 Demo Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Travis Scott & Kacy Hill]
Mhm, ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Mama's bailing down that road, craving 9021...

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
She a porn star mmh, oh, from the valley
All in her own-own world, oh, then get at me
Ooh, in your own time, ho, that ain't no ready
Ohh, in my own-own world, own-own world
All, in that alley, mm

[Refrain: Kacy Hill]
Baby's hooked on feeling low
Do, do, do
Do, doo

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Born on the rain, I been rollin' on Miami
50 on my own, 50 and he on a Caddy, ooh
I might pop Henny on it, pop any seal
Pop in the end, pop anythin', pop any item in Miami
Hmh, yeah, it in Miami, mm

[Refrain: Kacy Hill]
Baby's hooked on feeling low
Do, do, do
Do, doo
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Kacy Hill]
90210, 90210, ridin' on my own
90210, 90210, ridin' in Miami
Oh, she was superstar girl, superstar girl, foldin' in the alley
Baby's hooked on feeling low
Oh, in the 90210, 90210, downin' in the alley
Do, do, do
Do, doo

[Part II]

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

[Verse: Travis Scott]
Yeah, my granny called, she said, "Travie, you work too hard
I'm worried you forget about me"
I'm falling in and out of cuffs, 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 meaning now
All them days her heart'd break, her heart not in pieces now
Friends turning into fraud niggas
Practicing, have the passion, you niggas packaged different
All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it
I'ma sell it, you niggas salary 'bout to cap, bitch
Youngest nigga outta Houston at the Grammy's
Smiling at 'em laughing, at me
I passed the rock to 'Ye, he pump faked and passed it back, bitch
All of this off of rapping, should've wrote this in Latin
Yeah, hmm, 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 pass the cigarette, I choke, woo
Tell 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
Distant sky, from north of the border my chips is in order
My mom's biggest supporter so now niggas support a nigga
[Outro: Travis Scott]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ohh-ohh
Ahh-ahh-ahh, ohh-ohh