Travis Scott – Gold 88 Lyrics

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[Hook]
Gold 88 88
Pumpin twist sumthin break it down
We can get it jumpin (jumpin') (uhh uh)

[Verse 1]
88s in my projects, swag came here to riot
With a gang of niggas, orangutan niggas
Playing Russian roulette in the lobby
With a gang of gold, fuck her face
Then hit the avenue, send her home, I think a cab will do
Never love these hoes, I think I love this ho
Wait (SHUT THE FUCK UP)
Seven digits for the chain nigga
Egyptian sculpture for the rain nigga
When the flex bomb drop nigga cold homie
Coolin out where it never rain nigga
Screamin hallelujah fuckin with the double x why'd ya do it?
Leave you hangin watch your momma mop the fluid
Now your casket closed screaming 'how they knew ya'

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Marc Jacobs straight for the poncho
Chiefin wit the head honcho
Ball in a different timezone
Put an extra scale in my condo
[?]
[?]
I remember [?] what the rumor is ?, been fuckin what the rumor is ?
Im factin niggas so popular
Shittin all in yo binoculars
Shoot it nigga ain't no stoppin us
We them diamonds try to rock with us
Can't fuck with mi-mi
Sippin' and its all for mi-mi
Everytime she call, she just tryna see me
Dont ya man wish he be me


[Hook/outro]

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