90210 lyrics Dacoury Natche / Glenda Proby / Allen Ritter / Jacques Webster / Ebony Oshunrinde / Kacy Hill / Chantel Jeffries

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Mmm, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Mama’s bailing down that road, craving 90210
She a porn star girl, oh, from the valley (honestly God bless)
Who left her hometown world all for that alley
Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties
(I hope it was wet like my jumper, though)
Ooh, used to take the long way home, long way home, all for that candy
Baby’s hooked on feeling low
Do, do, do
Do, do
Jacques turned La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy
Fifty on a chain, ‘nother fifty on a Caddy, ooh
He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone
Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley
Hmm, yeah, to find that alley
Baby’s hooked on feeling low
Do, do, do
Do, do
In that 90210, 90210, looking for that alley
In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh
It’s the superstar girl (baby’s hooked)
Superstar girl, roaming in that alley (on feeling low)
Oh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley
My granny called, she said, “Travie, you work too hard
I’m worried you’ll forget about me”
I’m falling in and out of cars, don’t worry, I’ma get it, granny
What happened? now my daddy happy, mama called me up
That money coming and she love me, I done made it now
I done found life’s meaning now, all them her heart’d break
Her heart not in pieces now, friends turning into fraud niggas
Practicing half the passion, you niggas packaged different
All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can’t have it
I’ma sell it, you niggas salary ’bout to cap, bitch
Youngest nigga outta Houston at the Grammys
Smiling at ’em laughing at me
I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked and passed it back, bitch
All of this off of rapping, should’ve wrote this in Latin
Yeah, yeah
Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Cuzzo said we in the store, yeah, we ’bout to drop a four
He pass the cigarette, I choke
Tell my auntie put them Ports down, them Ports down
Now you know you love your own now
Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don’t put your nose down
I ain’t knockin’, nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now
Whole crew, I swear they counting on me
Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me
Houses on me, he got them ounces on him
Holy father, come save these niggas, I’m styling on ’em
Good lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses
I’m driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them
Just this guy from north of the border, my chips is in order
My moms, biggest supporter, so now a nigga support her, nigga
Songwriters: Dacoury Natche / Glenda Proby / Allen Ritter / Jacques Webster / Ebony Oshunrinde / Kacy Hill / Chantel Jeffries

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