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chris travis – pimp shit lyrics

[intro]
y’know what i’m saying
it’s me, chris travis
i’m really out here, motherf+cking pimp sh+t
y’know how i get down

[verse 1]
well i’m smoked out in the ‘lac and got the b+tch choking
she tryna suck my d+ck while i’m tryna stay focused
watch out for them boys cause you know them n+ggas scoping
pop a f+cking bean now i got the b+tch rolling
call up my homies to see what’s in motion
gotta couple b+tches and they all f+cking open
at the crib high as f+ck, n+ggas just loafing
b+tches on they couch and you know they brain roasted
hoes on my d+ck cause i don’t give a f+ck
but little do they know i’m just tryna f+ck
chris f+cking travis does not have time for the love
and death to the n+ggas who tryna act tough
i came in and took your b+tch n+gga, what is up
you tryna cut the hoe, just let her be a sl+t
i f+cked that d+mn b+tch in her godd+mn gut
and let that b+tch go like a godd+mn mutt
b+tch
[chorus: sample]
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m+th+f+ckin’ shorts
do a 187 with this m+th+f+ckin’ mask on
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m+th+f+ckin’ shorts
rat a tat tat tat came my tec from the bushes
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m+th+f+ckin’ shorts
a+k blast on that ass if in my way, n+gga
a+k blast on that ass if in my way, n+gga
do a 187 with this m+th+f+ckin’ mask on

[verse 2]
chris f+cking travis leave you n+ggas f+cking murked
little chris travis have your b+tch p+ssy hurting
little chris travis have my b+tch p+ssy squirting
gotta side b+tch, running game, and she working
gotta main b+tch at the crib, p+ssy twerking
got my old b+tch texting me and she lurking
she miss a n+gga and she say she need d+ck for certain
i text her back and say suck my d+ck, but how you learning
hoes on my st++z but they better not claim it
b+tches on my d+ck, tell the hoe i’m not famous
i don’t got no money but b+tch i’m not a stranger
smoking on this loud and i did take the ranger
f+ck the five+o, hang them up like some hangers
n+ggas know lil chris don’t make sh+t but bangers
got the f+cking drugs but a n+gga not a slanger
she pass me a cup but a n+gga not a drinker
b+tch
[chorus: sample]
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m+th+f+ckin’ shorts
do a 187 with this m+th+f+ckin’ mask on
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m+th+f+ckin’ shorts
rat a tat tat tat came my tec from the bushes
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m+th+f+ckin’ shorts
a+k blast on that ass if in my way, n+gga
a+k blast on that ass if in my way, n+gga
do a 187 with this m+th+f+ckin’ mask on

[refrain: sample]
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m+th+f+ckin’ shorts
rat a tat tat tat came my tec from the bushes
i’m sick up in this game
i’ll take no m+th+f+ckin’ shorts
a+k blast on that ass if in my way, n+gga
a+k blast on that ass if in my way, n+gga
do a 187 with this m+th+f+ckin’ mask on
i’m sick up in this game

[outro: chris travis]
y’know what i’m saying n+gga
it’s chris f+cking travis
free [?] out the motherf+cking [?]
it’s the motherf+cking underground
tell me if you feel this sh+t n+gga
it’s that motherf+cking mixtape n+gga
[?]
real sh+t n+gga, i’m putting on for memphis bruh
f+ck y’all n+ggas hating
shouts out to all my b+tches out there, really doing this sh+t
you already know who i am
chris f+cking travis n+gga
[?]

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