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Play That Funk (feat. Travis Bowe)

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Play That Funk (feat. Travis Bowe)

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Play that funk

Aye play that funk

Nigga this that funk

Bang it out your trunk

They was thinking I couldn't

That I wouldn't or shouldn't

I put that hate on a plate

Ate it up like momma's cookin'

I'm a vet you a rookie

Place your bets on me at the bookie

I'm winnin' I'm rollin'

I'm breakin' down Girl Scout cookies

The homie Trav from Bahamas

Flew to Miami to do damage

First night in the city had 'em 'round them women and savages

I do what I want, they do what they can

That's why I'm the man, I smoke pot and plot a plan

I go coast to coast and land

They just talk the most

I don't brag or boast

I just fill a cup and hold it up

Let's make a toast, light the dope

Count up all the doe, grind to make some more

Put my family on

Get my niggas out the hood, my word is bond

You know Travie Bow-no average Joe

I'm counting benjis

Niggas act like hoes they call me they bro

But I'm not that friendly

Shotgun in the whip, but she be bussin' like a semi

Roll up like Obama, getting high up with the Prezy

Flow switch on this dope shit

Man I wrote this for the hopeless

'Cuz they hoping that I'm broke and I need more cake

Why the realist niggas always seem so fake

Headed to the top watch the team locate

My t-dot-crib just need more space

And they only show love when they see yo pain

Ya bitch get wet, when I meet yo dame

Book it, she'll be my hoe in the sheets

She'll be that bitch that I fuck on repeat

Or fuck for the week, fuck and don't speak

Pick up my clothes then I jump up and leave

Like damn, Trav you the man

I'm only being honest when I do what I can

A nigga been to college and I grew from the chance

New in demand, proven and proven again

I'Il prove while I move through the ends

You could grab two of ya friends, three or four

I mean whatever you can fit inside your vehicle

I mean whatever, you know

That niggas got trees to pull

I'm seein' two, I'm seeing through

You niggas ain't being true

Ain't pleased with you

I can't take no more of this

I'm just bored with this

Sike! This that funk and I'm all for this

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