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conversations.value: Write me a song called Vodka with the following description: “Vodka” is the seventh track of London Jae’s mixtape Gunz & Roses. It was released on the 30th of March 2018 and features both lyrics and production from Houston native and fellow Hustle Gang rapper Travis Scott.  Jae himself raps about his newfound success and other events occurring in his life whilst Travis provides some pre-party energy on the chorus. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Travis Scott]
  Little vodka and some juice
  Yeah
  Yup, yup, yup
  [Chorus: Travis Scott & 
  London Jae
  ]
  Okay, alright
  It's time, right now
  Go live (it's lit)
  Little vodka an' some juice (
  yeah, yeah
  , yeah, 
  yeah
  )
  Anything keep me loose (yeah, 
  yeah, yeah, yeah
  )
  [Verse 1: London Jae]
  Bitch you outta pocket, pocket rocket poppin'
  Pop it at your noggin', like you keep it comin'
  Stop it, stay on topic, shoppin' in the tropics
  Drop the check deposit, youngin, hide your target
  Sunday to Sunday, I'm doublin' my profit
  Hold the fuckin' phone, did this on my own
  Hit the bitch I'm gone, gotta keep it movin' goin way up
  Mix the juice and the vodka, let's get it (yeah)
  Cranberry Bentley, push it to the limit, through the ceiling
  Catch up wit me bitch, I’m on a million
  Know I rock the Presidential when I show out on a mission
  I'ma take it up a notch, I got a motherfuckin' feelin'
  Yeah, London gon' make a killin'
  Dippin' through the city in a lo-lo
  I be with my dog, call him Toto
  Please, no fucking photos
  Nigga, win or lose, I'ma do the best yeah
  Pickin' through these bitches leave the rest yeah [Chorus: Travis Scott & 
  London Jae
  ]
  Okay, alright (
  yeah
  )
  It's time, right now
  Go live (it's lit, 
  yeah, yeah, yeah
  )
  Little vodka an' some juice (yeah, 
  yeah
  )
  Anything keep me loose (yeah, 
  nah, for real
  )
  [Verse 2: London Jae]
  Bank, bank account load it up with zero
  Poppin' Percocets in the Matrix feelin' like Neo
  40-loaded chopper, I can shoot you through the peephole (peephole)
  Never goin' outside, beefin' by the P.O
  Got the baddest bitch around with me, I don't need to see hoe
  Twenty-thousand a month, my new crib ain't got a keyhole
  Tryna stuff my pockets with them chips like Doritos
  I just want the cheese like Cheeto
  Catch me up in traffic, my whip is immaculate
  I wish a nigga might try me, I promise I'm packin' it
  I Randy Moss all of my bitches, I’m throwin’ and catchin’ it
  Magic City Monday, I be throwin' the cabbage, bitch I'm havin' it
  Racin' through the city, fuck the speed limit
  Everybody pointin' like, "Who that?" That was me in it
  Back to back to back to back, sittin' on 21 like a savage
  Be in the club, see me and Travis (haha)
  [Chorus: Travis Scott & 
  London Jae
  ]
  Okay, alright (
  yeah
  )
  It's time, right now
  Go live (it's lit, 
  yeah, yeah, yeah
  )
  Bit of vodka an' some juice (yeah, 
  yeah
  )
  Everything keep me loose (yeah, 
  nah, for real
  )