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chris travis – psychedelic funk lyrics

[verse 1]
i stimulate my brain with this b-tch named mary jane
she wanna get my treat but i told this b-tch she can’t
i’m pouring up zips i got narcotics in my drank
your girlfriend been watching and she see i do my thing
chris f-cking travis i don’t f-ck with you mans
i’m drinking pink soda with a side of pizza mane
the sh-t be so delicious bringing b-tches in my kitchen
them hoes ain’t water whipping they just cooking food and strippin’
meanwhile i’m chilling, ate some shrooms so i’m tripping
hop in to the funk b-tch the psychedelic spirits
sipping so much lean a n-gga p-ssing purple urine
i open up they mouth hoe they swallow up my children
she drunker than a b-tch and popped some pills so she feel it
she got b-tt naked and said n-gga let’s get it
i said b-tch okay, ain’t no shame up in my gang
she full of this sh-t and barely know her whole name
i gave her a piece now she want the whole thing
s-x with this b-tches prometh up in my tank
codeine s-x is the f-cking best mane
she said a n-gga artsy b-tch that be my right brain

[hook]
psychedelic funk
f-ck with this sh-t b-tch
psyche-psychedelic funk
f-ck with this sh-t b-tch
psyche-psychedelic funk
f-ck with this sh-t b-tch
mac-mac 11 hoe get your -ss real quick

[verse 2]
told that hoe to get it, i’m a motherf-ckin’ chemist
pouring up potion, b-tches mind and prescription
only f-ck with women that portray that hippie image
tumblr -ss b-tch, she got them stars on her t-tties
i said lets leave and the b-tch came with me
i don’t give a f-ck my n-gga take care of your b-tches
they all on my d-ck but i tell em don’t kiss me
i’m feeling on her cl-t and rest is f-cking history
n-ggas check my st–z, cause they ain’t got no b-tches
send kisses to your women that’s how i know you’re listenin’
i told you f-ck n-ggas we gone be rich in a minute
mac-11 for you p-ssy n-ggas always trippin’
the arizona tea and prometh b-tch i mix it
now listen to this sh-t as you start to feel trippy
and drink up that vodka f-ck tryna be tipsy
i do my own thang, f-ck whoever not helpin
im sipping texas tea, and i’m smoking boston celtics
yes i keep that purple drank, mane they call a n-gga welch’s
i said b-tch i got them drugs man i know you n-ggas smell it
my fault i took your b-tch my n-gga i swear i can’t help it

[hook]
psyche-psychedelic funk
f-ck with this sh-t b-tch
psyche-psychedelic funk
f-ck with this sh-t b-tch
psyche-psychedelic funk
f-ck with this sh-t b-tch
mac-mac 11 hoe get your -ss real quick

- chris travis lyrics

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