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chris travis – crunch time lyrics

[intro]
shout-out to the n-gga big los
bruh, real talk
chris mothaf-ckin’ travis n-gga
best rapper n-gga
f-ck these n-ggas bruh
i’m on it
b-b-big los on the track boy!

[verse 1]
pinapple fanta with a splash of actavis
why you sippin so much?
cause i’m chris travis b-tch
can’t leave your own city
what the f-ck that tell you
yo’ b-tch, mouth game tight
but that p-ssy well loose
hardball in the south
b-tch i’m straight out of memphis
sipping codeine b-tch
don’t try to tell me ’bout my kidneys
leather seats, leather red, windows well dark tinted
tryna get you a line
that’s gon’ cost ya’ -ss fifty
b-tch i’m good
well you n-ggas ain’t in your own city
“40-year-old virgin”
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with me
condo, reach the clouds
b-tch i’m never not high
don’t say you gon’ get me
b-tch, when you the dead guy
i ain’t even spitting bars
but i ain’t telling lies
“chris travis stay broke”
you a godd-mn lie
n-gga, i be on my sh-t
and that’s how i survive
i ain’t ’bout to rush sh-t
i ain’t even in my prime
f-ck up your whole career
with one punch line
beat a n-gga -ss down
in the f-ckin’ lunch line
k!lling all these lame rappers
cause it’s f-ckin’ crunch time
b-tch i go banana’s and you n-gga’s fruit flies
n-gga’s say i fell off
y’all n-gga’s must be drunk
f-ck boy, i’m from memphis
i ain’t got to bring no phonk
i’m a real young n-gga
still, lock you in the trunk
b-tch tryna to talk to me
but the syrup got me slumped

[hook]
got that pineapple actavis
bad b-tch
trafficking
chris travis swaggin’ b-tch
d-mn, i’m not average b-tch
n-gga’s can’t handle this
n-gga’s can’t handle me
n-gga’s can’t handle me
d-mn
i’m not average b-tch

[verse 2]
three ho’s in a hotel
that’s a trio
chris travis f-ckin’ hoes
in a d-mn speedboat
best in this sh-t
f-ck n-gga, you don’t even know
freestyle king k!lling every mothaf-ckin’ show
godfather chris need a lane when i f-ckin’ walk
they don’t understand cause i got a slang when i talk
b-tch so bad
made her write her name with some chalk
ya’ll n-ggas ain’t sh-t
but a f-ckin’ crosswalk
step right on your cuz
i know you ain’t ’bout sh-t
murk a n-gga -ss quick
in his own apartment
hit the club deep
looking like some d-mn spartans
try to jump me
i’ma rip your d-mn heart b-tch

[outro]
chris travis swaggin’ b-tch

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