Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quintana, artist - Travis Scott. Date of issue: 09.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Quintana |
| Straight from Mexico, call her Quintana |
| Damn she smoke my dope, swear to God we go Rambo |
| If you disrespect the dope, straight from Mexico call her Quintana |
| Damn she smoke my dope, swear to God we go Rambo |
| If you disrespect the dope… |
| Praise to the pope, bless you with this dope |
| Step into my world where we get ghost, cause in my mind we float |
| Everytime we step into 10ak, they tweaking off the coke |
| Fuck I’m out my mind, I’m burning bread so much let’s have a toast |
| My niggas and momma know that if I wasn’t here, nigga I’d be dead |
| Now I’m in the building thinking billions counting millions, what a feeling |
| 'Member when I never ever made shit? |
| Now me and my niggas rocking chains and whipping slave ships |
| Now who the slave bitch? |
| Straight from the lair or Himalayas |
| I got more keys than the mayor, let’s have a prayer |
| So devine, I put my pager, I hit her later |
| Dawn to dust I’m trying to get made, I been up for days |
| Damn I’ll never popped another pill, man that shit is real |
| Girl you know you fucking with La Flame, you know you know the drill |
| I reach to the heavens, lord forgive me I sin |
| May La Flame live forever, and always bring them in |
| God, niggas can’t fuck with me |
| I’ve got a bunch of bitches tryna fuck with me |
| I’m unsociable with like most of them |
| Cause I don’t socialize with them suckers, man |
| Normally, I’m with them mollies |
| This is the nail in the coffin, niggas is soft |
| Niggas remind me of nails at a spa so under-polished, novices |
| They barkin' up the wrong tree (double M) |
| Trust me if you with me then you goin' H |
| I got them sweatin' like these bitches herein all day |
| And I’m off Atlantic, 2−1 rob 'em, bumbaclot, nigga |
| Not a P-O-K, I’m out for the VS |
| Get lifted, few zips like a c-check |
| Use piff, short words for the loose girls |
| All mine’s re-up, y’all regret |
| Don’t worry 'bout my team, my team is set |
| Don’t worry 'bout T, it’s in depth |
| When it come to the ma’fuckin' c-notes |
| We starters, it’s the ma’fuckin' glee club, goddamn |
| La Flame, don’t play no games |
| These niggas is lames |
| This niggas ain’t lords, we the new lords |
| (Mercy me, oh, mercy me) |
| (Mercy me, oh, mercy me) |
| (Mercy me, oh, mercy me) |