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letra de crazy - chris travis

i walk in the rain, but i can’t feel the rain
i think he came back, i’m just playing the game
my energy really not one to be tamed
i’m mentally faster then most human brains
my n-gg-s, my n-gg-s, we all like the same
we really just anti, but stay in our lane
i don’t say no name, connect dropping lames
i see you, i see you, but not in my way
b-tch i get money so f-ck what they say
if you ain’t with my team better stay out the way
hit me up shawty, she know where i stay
wanna f-ck through the night
and smoke up through the day
i don’t need placements, i’m water replacing
so f-ck all the basics, i wanna see naked
b-tches on b-tches and f-ck conversatin’
they askin’ what’s wrong, “is he really that crazy?”
b-tch i am crazy, my flow is outrageous
put me on your show ain’t no censor you playing
n-gg- quit playing, my city too banging
i’m walking in normal, i walk out, now i’m famous
the game i’m holding is locked in my hands
cause your b-tch tapping out, you can call me kurt angle
slow mo like neo
your b-tch working, no freeload
you n-gg-s ain’t sh-t but pablo de neo
i hit miami and spent us some c-notes
then went out to denver and brought out the weed store
came into cali just straight from my video
f-ck rapping the plug, i don’t speak in that lingo
the devil be plotting but i’m plotting bigger
i don’t need advice, i just need compet-tion
my goal is to hang full of cash drippin’ tissues
free n-gg-s, sneak dissin’, f-ck talking illegal
life gettin’ bigger, the picture get different
these b-tches be wishing that they could come visit
but i’m getting busy
(getting so busy)
say that she miss me
b-tch you don’t miss me
b-tch i get better
you want me broke, better get on my level
my jeans are not creased i’m ripping that skeleton
[?] i tell ’em
i’m comin’ from memphis with all my team
smoking these herbs, i need to go back to my show
can’t see n-body, i’m rapping my tempo
don’t bother me b-tch, cause i’m f-cking mental
i don’t take answers, f-ck a b-tch, don’t remember
wake up the next week, now she gone out my mental
say that she bricked cause my lyrics are liquor
i water the beat then i take the b-tch swimming
f-ck a d-mn car cause i’m spending no limit
my boys get away cause my sound is so simple
gave her the d-ck and my money like meek and your sh-t is like b-tches
trench coat with witches, nothing but just b-tches
dawg, send me your sh-t, i can’t ever f-ck wit it
n-gg- let’s get it, mobbing around, b-tch i get it
beating the floor like i’m out in the kitchen
but i’m just fienin’, i’m outta red and white
n-gg-, you fool, some ’bout it, ’bout it, chasing the bentley
tom and jerry around in your kitchen
causing an earthquakes i’m jumping like buildings
sparing the issue, to come get you
b-tch, i want riches, villages
tell your people
catch a f-cking dismissal
n-gg-s ain’t really gon’ feel you
don’t f-ck wit trouble
don’t know can’t get sh-t from me
turn into running and b-tch i be gone

- chris travis

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