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

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    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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