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Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Stimme und Gesang
T.I.
T.I.
Stimme und Gesang
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter:in
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter:in
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Songwriter:in
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter:in
Julian Gramma
Julian Gramma
Songwriter:in
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Produzent:in
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mischtechniker:in
Jaime “Jimmy Cash” Lepe
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Finis White
Finis White
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
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J Gramm
J Gramm
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Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out) We so high, upper echelon (straight up) We so fuckin' high, upper echelon Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out) We so high, upper echelon (straight up) We so fuckin' high, upper echelon Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic Party at the Sphinx, damn that's so outlandish She gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands Walkin' through the Waldorf they know my name here Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year Don't you come around me, ain't got the time, B, naww Watch me do the Randy, touchdown Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child Ridin' right behind her, pull up beside her We poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out) We so high, upper echelon (straight up) We so fuckin' high, upper echelon Aight Travis, let get it, Hustle Gang, nigga You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect Or else I guarantee you'll get wet You fuckin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest A choppa no less than a tech You niggas want trouble in that I'm the best They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that I just might pull up wherever you at Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat Okay, hol' up, let me freeze up These niggas must have caught amnesia My face card in these streets cuh A-1 credit, no Visa Excuse me shawty don't get me started If yo' shit sick, my shit retarded Motherfucker can't see the tree but before I get wrong Get shot then leave 'em in the forest Boom, wait 'til the end of the Earth Just to get my check, interfere, get hurt Hey, first thing first, this what I do I'm a king motherfucker, whoe the hell are you? Check suckas off top, I bet I do Hustle Gang in it, bitch, you better lay down fool We crème de la crème fuck them fuck niggas Top shelf upper echelon, can't fuck with us Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out) We so high, upper echelon (straight up) We so fuckin' high, upper echelon (damn) 2 Chainz Uh, pull up in the 'Rari, my hoe beside me It's a two seater, your bitch can't ride, hoe I'm sorry Let's get it jumpin', call it center court On the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court Just beat the case, call it Larry Holmes On the plane with your bitch and a carry on I do it for my city, then I fly away I can see tomorrow, I'm so high today I told 'em let's pray, I keep killin' verses Yo bitch with me, she wearin' killer purses Pull out that seven, Mac-11 Pastor, reverend, Versace heaven Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out) We so high, upper echelon (straight up) We so fuckin' high, upper echelon (damn) La Flame, straight up!
Writer(s): Anthony Kilhoffer, Mike Dean, Tauheed Epps, Clifford Joseph Harris, Julian Gramma, Jacques Webster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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