Travis Scott - FRANCHISE (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Travis Scott - FRANCHISE (en) Lyrics
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I made you get that Richard Mille
and bust it down, bitch
I made you get that Patek first
and bust it down, bitch
I came from out the jungle with
this shit written on my
arm, no cap (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a franchise nigga, yup (You
like a hundred mil' up)
Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got
game (Two hundred million)
Yeah, I bought my first Rollie
servin' 'caine, yeah
Told your main thing, shit, at
least she can pour my cup
I put pink diamonds in your
teeth, yup (Pluto)
Fully loaded, totin' magazine,
yup (Super)
Bitch, I'm rollin' and I'm on codeine,
yup (Bitch, I might be)
Pussy good and deep, she belongs
to the streets, yeah
Swag in Tokyo and the
plug Japanese, yeah
I been gettin' my chеcks before
I knew what was Nikеs
(Knew what was Nikes)
Mixed breed bad bitch, bite
me like I'm Tyson
PJ X-rated, know I make it thunder
and lightnin' (Yeah)
Take that nigga BIN and bring
me a hundred thousand ones
One fifty for the walkthrough,
I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and slatt, slatt, that's Super
Slimey shit (Super Slimey, ayy)
Swappin' hoes out, we just slimed
the bitch out, yeah (Swappin',
yeah, alright)
Watch so froze, don't know
what time it is now, yeah
Sak pasé, we shootin' with
confidence (N'ap boule)
Buy a bitch a Birkie, that's a compliment,
yeah (Straight up)
Ballin' like the Lakers, won a
championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
Pluto, Freeband Gang (It's lit)
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for
the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you before
you wipe me (Phew)
On boxes of checks, not
my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)
Cactis, not no iced tea (Ah)
Uh, got 'em bamboozled like
I'm Spike Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need more than Google
just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just called up bae to
get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, i-i, i-i, general
I just start the label just to sign me
Uh, me and CHASE connected like we
Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've been on the run,
feel like a crime spree, talk
to me nicely (Yeah)
(I seen his face, seen it) Yup, on
his white tee, uh (Let's go)
Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people
(Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private flight to France,
tryna sight-see (On the private
flights, brrat)
Popped him in his hands, he
was typing (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold
it, lift it up (Up)
I went on the stand, told the
judge to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the
Devil, "Keep the luck" (Luck)
Keep that, keep that ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, keep the
smoke (Ayy, slatt)
Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't
like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you
can't tie me (Scotts with
the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm
where the Skypes be (Doot,
doot-doot, doot, hee)
Yep, in my slime tee (Doot,
doot-doot, hee)
Prince, he in his prime, yee (Doot,
doot, doot-doot, doot, hee)
Yellowbone too feisty, yee (Doot,
doot, doot-doot, doot, hee)
Clean him up, no napkin, yee (Doot)
'Scuse me
Backin' out of the cave, we built
this shit off of pain
In the corporate buildin' I'm
double-cuppin' champagne
Come through in quintuplets,
automatics, same name
Tryna show all my young niggas
how to start to believe
Comin' through with no top,
she showin' the Mickey D's
After twelve A.M., come
through with a special
Elevator, up to the top,
this shit got levels
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