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chris travis - 80 dime bags (boomin' like alicia keys) lyrics

[verse 1: black kray]
b-tch hit me tell me that ‘i want sh-t’
i hit her back and said ‘b-tch you better eat the d-ck’
ridin’, ridin’ round town ain’t got sh-t to do
my d-ck was h-lla soft i nutted on her gucci shoes
80 dime bags boomin’ like alicia keys
10 b-tches, golf course, sniffing h-lla keys
i ain’t trippy but my n-gg- be on lsd
great -ss, gold teeth, tell me that ain’t st–z
pull up on a college b-tch and take her to maccy d’s
number 8, large fries, dollar sweet tea
gold hair, gold chain just like ice tea
food on my black frames then i hit the tree
hit the refill, my girlfriend look like queen latifah
in the ’80s, i’m a f-cking 90’s baby
try to jock my f-cking st–z b-tch you must be crazy
i’m a lazy -ss n-gg- when i’m beat my d-ck

[chorus: black kray]
80 dime bags boomin’ like alicia keys
80 dime bags boomin’ like alicia keys
80 dime bags boomin’ like alicia keys
10k foreigns, sniffing dirty keys
80 dime bags boomin’ like alicia keys
80 dime bags boomin’ like alicia keys
80 dime bags boomin’ like alicia keys
10k foreigns, sniffing dirty keys

[sample]

[verse 2: chris travis]
b-tches on my d-ck ’cause they know i got the lean
black kray and chris travis b-tch that’s h-lla st–z
got my n-gg- ethelwulf rolling up the green
got my fingers all sticky stirring up that pink
‘n-gg- what’s in yo cup’ what the f-ck you think
got his b-tch on my d-ck asking for a drink
and f-ck you posing -ss n-gg-s always tryna scheme
hoe this how we live n-gg- what the f-ck you mean
shake junt, shake junt when i’m on the scene
drink might be purple or it might be green
ion really give a f-ck ’bout what you n-gg-s think
just leave me alone before i get that bean
i’m ’bout f-cking b-tches and illegal things
me and my n-gg-s we be chilling playing [?]
shake junt, shake junt, what the f-ck you mean
shake junt, shake junt, b-tch we ’bout that green

[verse 3: ethelwulf]
we all up in the party h-lla hard we got the bars
the b-tches fiending and they all wanna be p-rnstars
i took her to the car ’cause i didn’t park far
we hit the store to re-up on tips and to get bars
now she falling hard tryna f-ck me in the car
she high as f-ck she do not know where the f-ck, we are
my fingers got the scars dime bags selling hard
i’m in the melting serving ’cause the sacks selling far
and n-gg-s know about it ’cause its thrax to the tar
we smoking where we are, windowing out of the stars
i’m banging sh-t h-lla hard, 80 sacks for the calls
and i should get an applause for the way i get her draws
and i ain’t even tryna throw no salt up on yo system
but boy i be the reason yo b-tch, is always creeping
so next time she tell ya ‘not tonight’ she feelin’ sleepy
you should take a listen to my bedroom squeaking
b-tch

- chris travis lyrics

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