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letra de in my zone - chris travis

[verse]
as i lay her body down, she kissin’ on my neck
[?] i’m ’bout to beat that p-ssy red
she ask me questions, like “are you just with me for the s-x”
i said “nah”, but i was just tryna get up in her head
she all drunk as sh-t and i just drunk up a four
lookin’ at my cup like f-ck it let me pour some more
like d-mn, i’m on that dj screw
yo ass is so fine, sh-t i want a cup of you
but i’m getting off subject
i’m buying her a lift, minutes later we off f-ckin’
she pullin’ on my dreads and going deep in that ocean cup
halfway done, i’m on that three wheel motion
uh, i’ve been thinking like d-mn
she just wanna f-ck a rap n-gga or she a fan
bet this girl thinking like “he finna bе my man
and we finna have a family and, all them bullsh-t plans”
b-tch plеase

[hook]
uh, girl where you wanna go?
uh, girl where you wanna go?
uh, girl where you wanna go?
sh-t we can go wherever baby girl just let me know
d-mn, i got her in the zone
one shot of vodka, three shots of patron
like, d-mn b-tch i’m in my zone
double cup of codiene and two blunts of that strong
d-mn, i got her in the zone
one shot of vodka, three shots of patron
like, d-mn b-tch i’m in my zone
double cup of codiene and two blunts of that strong

[verse 2]
uh, after relations becomes relationships
should i be her n-gga or should i just wake and dip?
sh-t, man ion even know
but i just know one thing i ain’t ’bout to wife a hoe
d-mn, i’m stuck between a thin line
should i leave her here? nah ’cause this b-tch is fine
on the fine date sh-t, i’m drinking wine
smoking and relaxing as i ease my mind
my pain is numbed over time
p-ssy money weed, i know you heard that line
booked a flight i’m headed straight to la
hitting up my bottom, b-tch i need somewhere to stay
and when i touch down act like you know me
when i act like that old n-gga act like you owe me
sharks in my water b-tch you can’t swim
all you f-ck n-ggas snakes like a bag of brim’s
real n-gga talking shut the f-ck up
shutcha ass b-tch boy you done lucked up
memphis, tell my city what the f-ck’s up?
boy i run this town b-tch put your bucks up

- chris travis

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