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Play That Funk (feat. Travis Bowe) letra


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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