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chris travis - fruit pack lyrics

[verse 1]
smoking packs, smell like fruit
pull up b-tchi, they gon’ shoot
hit a lit, f-ck a crew
she gon’ move, how she move
p-ssin’ sticks, up in school
now i’m headed, to the moon
got your b-tch, off the shroom
now she headed, to her doom
and i keep like 50k
n-ggas slaves, n-ggas bait
and i keep my business straight
bigger plate, fish n’ steak
and f-ck with all b-tches
it don’t matter, any race
and i keep a large limit
f-ck what any n-gga say

[verse 2]
they like b, who the f-ck you be?
n-gga, yeah, that’s me
for some beep, n-ggas swisher sweet
b-tch is bitter sweet
hit my phone, lil’ b-tch what you need?
i can’t help your needs
on my own, with my family tree, my n-ggas different breeds
think you tough, think you bout that, push ya’ scalp back
f-ck a b-tch, i ain’t bout that, where the cash at?
staying loyal, i won’t doubt that
boy won’t fly back, losing screws out your flapjack
get the f-ck back

[verse 3]
i’m on a move
all you n-ggas snooze
monkey see and do
got your boo
she might dust my shoes
clean the livin’ room
coming soon
all you n-ggas snooze
f-ck the game, no rules
i’m the truth and i play my dues
like i went to school

- chris travis lyrics

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