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letra de pimp shit - chris travis

[intro]
y’know what i’m saying
it’s me, chris travis
i’m really out here, motherf-cking pimp sh-t
y’know how i get down

[verse 1]
well i’m smoked out in the ‘lac and got the b-tch choking
she tryna suck my d-ck while i’m tryna stay focused
watch out for them boys cause you know them n-ggas scoping
pop a f-cking bean now i got the b-tch rolling
call up my homies to see what’s in motion
gotta couple b-tches and they all f-cking open
at the crib high as f-ck, n-ggas just loafing
b-tches on they couch and you know they brain roasted
hoes on my d-ck cause i don’t give a f-ck
but little do they know i’m just tryna f-ck
chris f-cking travis does not have time for the love
and death to the n-ggas who tryna act tough
i came in and took your b-tch n-gga, what is up
you tryna cut the hoe, just let her be a sl-t
i f-cked that d-mn b-tch in her godd-mn gut
and let that b-tch go like a godd-mn mutt
b-tch
[chorus: sample]
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m-th-f-ckin’ shorts
do a 187 with this m-th-f-ckin’ mask on
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m-th-f-ckin’ shorts
rat a tat tat tat came my tec from the bushes
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m-th-f-ckin’ shorts
a-k blast on that ass if in my way, n-gga
a-k blast on that ass if in my way, n-gga
do a 187 with this m-th-f-ckin’ mask on

[verse 2]
chris f-cking travis leave you n-ggas f-cking murked
little chris travis have your b-tch p-ssy hurting
little chris travis have my b-tch p-ssy squirting
gotta side b-tch, running game, and she working
gotta main b-tch at the crib, p-ssy twerking
got my old b-tch texting me and she lurking
she miss a n-gga and she say she need d-ck for certain
i text her back and say suck my d-ck, but how you learning
hoes on my st–z but they better not claim it
b-tches on my d-ck, tell the hoe i’m not famous
i don’t got no money but b-tch i’m not a stranger
smoking on this loud and i did take the ranger
f-ck the five-o, hang them up like some hangers
n-ggas know lil chris don’t make sh-t but bangers
got the f-cking drugs but a n-gga not a slanger
she pass me a cup but a n-gga not a drinker
b-tch
[chorus: sample]
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m-th-f-ckin’ shorts
do a 187 with this m-th-f-ckin’ mask on
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m-th-f-ckin’ shorts
rat a tat tat tat came my tec from the bushes
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m-th-f-ckin’ shorts
a-k blast on that ass if in my way, n-gga
a-k blast on that ass if in my way, n-gga
do a 187 with this m-th-f-ckin’ mask on

[refrain: sample]
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m-th-f-ckin’ shorts
rat a tat tat tat came my tec from the bushes
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m-th-f-ckin’ shorts
a-k blast on that ass if in my way, n-gga
a-k blast on that ass if in my way, n-gga
do a 187 with this m-th-f-ckin’ mask on
i’m sick up in this game

[outro: chris travis]
y’know what i’m saying n-gga
it’s chris f-cking travis
free [?] out the motherf-cking [?]
it’s the motherf-cking underground
tell me if you feel this sh-t n-gga
it’s that motherf-cking mixtape n-gga
[?]
real sh-t n-gga, i’m putting on for memphis bruh
f-ck y’all n-ggas hating
shouts out to all my b-tches out there, really doing this sh-t
you already know who i am
chris f-cking travis n-gga
[?]

- chris travis

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