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chris travis – just ashin lyrics

[intro]

[verse]
b-ss boomin’ to the mothaf-ckin max
gps a p-ssy
riding deep, where they at?
i smoke real good but i don’t smoke wax
[if] your b-tch f-ck good, then i might call back

p-ssy n-gga know, who the h-ll you playing with
gon buy the rose, yeah she a bad b-tch
sew a n-gga up like a piece of fabric
then it probably won’t make it then that sh-t tragic

six feet n-gga, put him in a basket
young kenshin travis steady doing damage
only f-ck n-ggas won’t understand me
i’m an astronaut, underwater sandy
took your b-tch with a piece if candy
shout out to the n-ggas up in miami

chicks and money on the f-cking granite
i’ma beat his -ss, i’m a straight bandit
f-ck a n-gga mean, let him straight have it
choppers on the scene, afghanistan sh-t
memphis young n-gga put them in a bracket
probably get rich, [and] f-ck a bad actress

shawty what’s your name, i was just asking
i was in the bank, i was just cashing
seen her from a far, she was straight dashing
but back to the raps, i was just ashin’
n-gga too high, i be straight bragging
spit hot fire like a red dragon
talk that sh-t, better get a casket
try to harm me, have your soul dancing
try to harm me, have your soul transcend
school used to call, i was outstanding
b-tch i’m vip, your on the out standing
don’t look at me to let you in the building
chris f-cking travis, yeah i know they feel him
and when i’m not there, p-ssy know i’m still here
and when i’m not close, p-ssy know i’m still near
when i unload, p-ssy know i k!ll sh-t

see you n-ggas whack, i can’t even feel it
tats on my throat, i ain’t even feel sh-t
and if you got a bone, lets make a k!lling
lets make a toast to the n-ggas not sh-t
send me a beat, i’ma make it a hit
send me some weed, i’ma make it a l1ck
i’m a weed smoker so i need an extra six
you can’t spark sh-t
boy you need an extra kick

shout out to my n-gga
purp merked on the beat
beat a n-gga -ss, leave him merked in the street
at a stop sign where the cross roads meet
b-tch i’m bout mines, it’s never about we
i don’t do crime, leave it for the young g’s
i’m a young n-gga but i feel og
backwood lit full of bubba og
n-gga look away cause you don’t know me
i’m a suspect, that you probably owe me
n-ggas need to know that there’s only one me
you can imitate but can never intervene
kenshin at the top
and you just in-between

[outro]
b-tch

- chris travis lyrics

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