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chris travis - how it is lyrics

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[intro]
gianni lee

[verse 1]
it’s chris f-ckin’ travis, ho you know who it is
them magnums in my pocket, i ain’t tryna have no kids
f-ck the underground b-tch, i’m tryna do it big
and i keep on repeating this gon’ be my last cig
but f-ck it man, a n-gga straight i’m tryna get this paper
and if you ain’t with me ima see you fools later
there’s plenty b-tches on my d-ck but i do not save em
yo main b-tch watchin’, i can tell she wanna say somethin’
i got these hoes up in my crib and yeah they gettin’ trippy
i throw they -ss some drugs and then they flashing me they t-tties
and this that thrown sh-t so all my n-ggas vibe with me
and f-ck all them feelings ho come get high with me

[chorus]
n-ggas can’t f-ck with me and that’s how it is (uh-uh)
and i don’t f-ck with n-ggas and that’s just what it is
and b-tches want the d-ck but a n-gga bout his biz
and i ain’t tryna f-ck unless you tryna bring yo friends (uh-huh)
n-ggas can’t f-ck with me and that’s how it is
and i don’t f-ck with n-ggas and that’s just what it is
and b-tches want the d-ck but a n-gga bout his biz
and i ain’t tryna f-ck unless you tryna bring yo’ friends

[verse 2]
i got that lean in my cup y’all n-ggas know w-ssup
and quit all that talking ’cause i don’t give no f-cks
and that’s just how it is when you ride with me
i call yo main b-tch over and let her ride for free
and yeah all my n-ggas down cause they gon’ slide for free
and i ain’t gotta pay my n-ggas what the f-ck is a fee
but i ain’t stuntin’ y’all n-ggas ima burn my tree
and let yo b-tch get wet when she listen to me
she say describe who she is i say a sl-t and a freak
got my d-ck all out while i’m smacking her cheeks
and yeah that mouth wide open she don’t use no t–th
and when she see a real n-gga she gon always speak
and yeah, i got that prometh but my sh-t from the streets
and when a n-gga get sick i hit up the pharmacy
and yeah i took yo’ little ho cause she was feelin’ the g
and shoutout to my old b-tches i know they missin’ me

[chorus]
n-ggas can’t f-ck with me and that’s how it is (uh-uh)
and i don’t f-ck with n-ggas and that’s just what it is
and b-tches want the d-ck but a n-gga bout his biz
and i ain’t tryna f-ck unless you tryna bring yo friends (uh-huh)
n-ggas can’t f-ck with me and that’s how it is
and i don’t f-ck with n-ggas and that’s just what it is
and b-tches want the d-ck but a n-gga bout his biz
and i ain’t tryna f-ck unless you tryna bring yo’ friends



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