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pimp shit - chris travis lyrics

[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
[?]

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