Travis Scott & OG CHE$$ - Brain $torm Lyrics
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    Brain $torm

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    [Hook: Travi$ Scott]
    Brain storm, pick it up, oh
    Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh
    Good go, sip it up slow
    Good go, sip it up (Travis & Jason music)
    Good go, sip it up slow
    Turn up the radio, and off we go (oh-oh, oh oh)


    Uh, yeah
    [Verse 1: Travi$ Scott]
    I swear this [?] shit kinda fit funny
    Finally getting laid and they went off and told on me
    The stripper getting paid, getting rich is for broke dummies
    If she a snow bunny, that's 50 of yo money, (hmmm)
    (Uh) Here we go again, two more girls turn to four lesbians
    On the couch sexing em, sex-sexing em, dawg
    They look chewie, I'm breast-festing em,
    Seniority is good, Alumni is great
    But who gon boot the Dean if the bitch got a fade
    I'm getting extra laid, you getting extra laid.. off! (Diamonds)
    Hit, Then I cough, Then I'm gone, cause!

    [Hook: Travi$ Scott]
    Brain storm, pick it up, oh
    Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh
    Good go, sip it up slow
    Turn up the radio, and off we go (oh-oh, oh-oh)

    [Verse 2: Jason Eric]
    Stadium's packed, look who just blew in
    Coming off the rebound like Patrick Ewing
    Getting poe'd up with Oilers in Houston
    Back when the Benz was just tinted, Cruising
    Stadium's packed, look who just blew in
    Coming off the rebound like Patrick Ewing
    Getting poe'd up with the Oilers in Houston
    Back when the Benz was just tinted, Cruising
    My brother told me that we could break the game
    And when I woke, I swear that we would think the same
    But what I think of life, I just think of as a game
    But why didn't I spend a couple stacks on a chain
    Please the company, can we bring on the beers?
    Cheers, to the homies and the three musketeers
    We getting hot all around global warming
    Bust a nut now, all these chicks stay swarming
    Churping, and when I wake up in the morning
    I see the sun shine beaming on something foreign
    I got a couple mags, full of jags
    I let my pants sag, middle finger from the ass
    Bitch!

    [Hook: Travi$ Scott (& Jason Eric)]
    Brain storm, pick it up, oh
    Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh
    Good go, sip it up slow
    Turn up the radio, and off you go, oh-oh, oh oh
    (Im good right now, nice)

    [Verse 3: Jason Eric]
    Damn, I've been wanting my own shit
    When I get the hands out, like what I'm gon' get
    Why do everybody gotta have some of yo shit
    Why do everybody gotta have some of yo shit
    Why do everybody gotta have some of yo shit
    And when they don't get it, then they say you on hoe shit
    Fuck y'all, what's mine that's mine
    And when your shit original, the niggas tryna take your design
    That may seem kinda sour, I was building the line
    Broke niggas tell lies to make the greater decline
    Now ain't that uncredible, I'm so incredible that I can take a fat bitch and make that hoe edible
    Train rack medical, taste kinda professional
    Square my niggas off, it's like they live in the sectional
    Good shit, show it all, what you say? I'm hood rich
    I don't have to rap about babesters that I would get
    So much paper, I could probably make a book quick
    Tell your girl to hold the stack, but I can make her look dick

    [Hook: Travi$ Scott]
    Brain storm, pick it up, oh
    Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh
    Good go, sip it up slow
    Turn up the radio, and off you go, oh oh, oh oh

    La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la
    La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la

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