T/Ty Dolla $ign /Familiar (feat. Travi$ Scott & Fredo Santana)
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] That girl looked familiar Real recognize real, that’s familiar I be ridin the whip that ain’t familiar Getting to the money, that’s familiar Ohhh that’s familiar That can’t be yo girl, she familiar If you ain’t real we don’t feel ya Say my name to these hoes, that’s familiar
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] Say my name to these hoes, that’s familiar My name in these streets, that’s familiar Got so many hoes I can't remember Young rich nigga with a temper Double cup full of Act, I be poured up In the club, and my second chunk up They know these hoes, they showin love These ho niggas get no love We goin up like every night I fuck a bitch on every flight But a bad bitch getting threesomes I said OK, I’ll marry ya Yea, she know that I’m that nigga And if they say yo name ain’t that familiar?
[Hook] That girl looked familiar Real recognize real, that’s familiar I be ridin the whip that ain’t familiar Getting to the money, that’s familiar Ohhh that’s familiar That can’t be yo girl, she familiar If you ain’t real we don’t feel ya Say my name to these hoes, that’s familiar
[Verse 2: Travis Scott] Icy slopes, groupies on a boat, seen that before Saint Laurent, mixin uniqlo, I know that ain’t yo ho Straight up But goddamn it, I’m so outlandish I’m beatin all my niggas, and that building so outstanding Just Lil John cus he chasin what’s familiar Had no car and there come Scooby in that rental Times are simple, now bitches comin andale, andale I’m passin out state to state Everyday my birthday I’m pilin up, cake to cake I’m a snort addict, whore addict And I’m a porn star attraction This feel like the all star game That’s Sylvester Stallone action I need 2 Mrs. Jacksons A full pack of Magnums You ran a train, I ran er out You took her took, we see you out Goddamn!
[Hook] That girl looked familiar Real recognize real, that’s familiar I be ridin the whip that ain’t familiar Getting to the money, that’s familiar Ohhh that’s familiar That can’t be yo girl, she familiar If you ain’t real we don’t feel ya Say my name to these hoes, that’s familiar
[Verse 3: Fredo Santana] I see that bitch everywhere, I swear that bitch see things I seen that bitch somewhere, I think it was the Heat game You know I peeped her feet game, she head up on them red things She took me to the back Introduced me to her head game Can’t trust these bitches I swear these hoes familiar She kiss you But swallow all my children I swear to God, these hoes be fuckin anyone I swear to God, these hoes be fuckin anyone
[Hook: Fredo Santana] Real shit, I ain’t worried bout shit cus that money shit I chase it Real shit, I ain’t worried bout a bitch cus half of these bitches be basic Real shit, I ain’t worried bout shit, in the club, getting wasted Real shit, I ain’t worried bout shit, I’m drinkin liquor, no chaser
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] That girl looked familiar Real recognize real, that’s familiar I be ridin the whip that ain’t familiar Getting to the money, that’s familiar Ohhh that’s familiar That can’t be yo girl, she familiar If you ain’t real we don’t feel ya Say my name to these hoes, that’s familiarTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
