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Travis Scott - MAFIA (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Lead Vocals
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Piano
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Recording Engineer
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Derek Anderson
Derek Anderson
Recording Engineer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer

Lyrics

Custom the things, custom the wings I had to custom the vibes, custom the link up Cover the back of the lab, front cover magazine Cover your eyes, cuddle up, back of the V, yeah Our chemistry, just like the trappers and fiends (ooh) Our misery, really ain't nothin' to see I gotta travel the V, I like to travel to heat (ooh) Bring out a bag of the weed Did I tell you I got my own weed? I had a lot to achieve Blew it out and I'm relieved, take it down, now you relieve Rather you leave, then you go back out on me Don't throw no daggers at me, you gotta shoot 'em at least You know my Dodge supreme, I put in hours this week Movin' at rapid speed, like it's a track, we meet We got a timeless thing, we gotta find some Zs, yeah Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck City up, up, back to back Fold up, fold up, fold up, trust Like it thick with a bounce, we all in the count Wine bottles cost 'bout a couch, you on the way with a wave Stacks in my pouch, you know it jump at the house You come with two and it's late, know the brown one is my fav' Then Mike Brown gon' walk you out (gon' walk you out) Step by step, watch yourself Cleaners got anything you might've left I couldn't do none of this by myself With MAFIA, they in the tuck I gave you 50 to boost up your butt I gave you the juice, you rather get buzzed I tried to choose you, you rather go club Know what to do, you rattle me up Common denominator, we were steps from the diamond ages Got a couple of vibrations For the simulation, gotta re-up the hydration Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked (me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down) We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today) back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around) city up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust We still pourin' up for the - that can't be around today Fuck shit up at the club (ooh) Yeah, yeah, ooh (tucked) Drop down Watch ground, watch ground Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked (Me and my - show up, you know it's goin' down) we be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today) back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest - around (city up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust) We still pourin' up for the - that can't be around today
Writer(s): Matthew Samuels, Jermaine Cole, Jacques Webster, Jahaan Sweet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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