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TRAVIS SCOTT + KACY HILL - 90210 (Lyrics) ( s l o w e d + r e v e r b )

baby's hooked on feeling low... ______________________________ TRAVIS SCOTT: - Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0Y5tJ... - Apple Music:   / travis-scott   - Instagram:   / travisscott   ______________________________ MY SOUNDCLOUD:   / giuliano-ii   ______________________________ TO FEATURE IN A SPOTLIGHT VIDEO: Instagram - @giulian0_ E-mail - [email protected] ______________________________ LYRICS: [Part 1] [Intro: Travis Scott & Kacy Hill] Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Mama's bailing down that road, craving 9021... [Verse 1: Travis Scott] She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley Who left her hometown world all for that alley Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties Ooh, used to take the long way home Long way home, all for that candy, mm [Chorus: Kacy Hill] Baby's hooked on feeling low Do, do, do Do, doo [Verse 2: Travis Scott] 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 [Chorus: Kacy Hill] Baby's hooked on feeling low Do, do, do Do, doo [Bridge: Travis Scott & Kacy Hill] 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 In the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley [Part 2] [Interlude: Travis Scott] Ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh [Verse 3: 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 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, you niggas salad, we 'bout the cabbage 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 stu', 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 Distant sky, from north of the border, my chips is in order My mom's biggest supporter so now a nigga support a nigga ______________________________ #TravisScott #90210 #Lyrics