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Hey Travis Scott, h-h-hey Trav You on the fuck up, nigga Know what I'm talkin' bout? Nigga, one type of syrup Two type of syrup, nigga We gon' keep drinking this motherfucking lean, nigga And wearin' these motherfuckin' rockstar jeans, nigga They want what a nigga can't stand I don't know what they can't stand I know why they mad, nigga Know what I'm talkin' 'bout But we don't give a fuck We gon' keep this big ass, make a livin' on deck If any fuck nigga get out of line If he ain't fuck me, want do somethin' nigga we can do it nigga Know what I'm talkin' 'bout Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies I'mma need some more, need some more, if I really wanna feel it Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Spend that money fast if I have to Make that money back if I had you Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up!) Coordinate the xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Letras de canciones Highway, dip in traffic 2 gears, automatic Leave the strip club tragic 2 broads going at it (It's lit!) Me and Jacques going brazy Me and Chase going brazy (Straight up!) Smashin' off your old lady (Yeah!) Everythin' goin' crazy (Yeah!) Coordinate the tan in the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (It's lit!) Pour a little more if you really wanna feel it (Straight up!) Pour a little broad and I really wanna hit it I'mma take her to the bird Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies I'mma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Spend that money fast if I have to (Yeah!) Make that money back if I had you (It's lit!) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up!) Coordinate the xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up!) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies, yeah (Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya Outchea goin' hard for ya You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya You've been goin' hard for ya You might fit my ideals When it's time to pop pills and pop seals (It's lit!) When I run a fire drill, you're right here Everytime we drop by, we drop chills (Straight up!) Tryna tell ya Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah) Outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah) You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah) You've been goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah) Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies I'mma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Spend that money fast if I have to Make that money back if I had you Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah From Letras Mania