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with my fye - chris travis lyrics

[chorus]
walk in the club with my fye
walk in the club with my fye
walk in the club with my fye
walk in the club with my fye
he was off when they arrived
run up on me boy you fried
thought he would lose but he tried
now he sit facing the sky

walk in the club with my fye
walk in the club with my fye
walk in the club with my fye
walk in the club with my fye
he was off when they arrived
run up on me boy you fried
thought he would lose but he tried
now he sit facing the sky

[verse]
walk in this b*tch we on hickory hill
ain’t from the city, that boy from the [?]
hop in the booth and i give you the chills
ain’t backing down from no n*gga, we k!ll
bullet to bullets this sh*t be for real
i prolly spend me a couple of mil’
got that sh*t back and i stacked it for real
i couldn’t believe it that sh*t felt surreal
i’m ’bout some money, can’t sit round and chill
i’m sippin’ pink, boy yo’ sh*t looking teal
send that sh*t back boy you know that ain’t real
ay, ay
i’m in this b*tch and you know that i’m loaded
gotta stay focused and keep sh*t in motion
these n*ggas hate but they cannot control it
f*ck out my way b*tch, i run through no loafin’
300 spot is we ready, no fightin’
fry out the beef and we turn into bison
omb n*gga that’s where i resided
sh*t on my mind, i can’t do sh*t but write it
slap me a n*gga think that i’m mike tyson
eating organic this sh*t ain’t from tyson
droppin’ her panties, she see that i like it
kick her ass out once i’m done b*tch no wifin’

- chris travis lyrics

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