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chris travis – sci-fi lyrics

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ct: verse 1)
i ain’t never gotta tell a n-gga sh-t b-tch
spit sick sh-t, n-gga make you get sick quick
better run like sprint when i’m close to ya sh-t
purple rain like prince when the thang get lit
young chris be the pimp that will bang anything
in my motherf-cking way, better get another plate
better go where it safe, but there ain’t no where
so you dead anyway, f-ck n-gga fly away
pull up to ya spot, debo hot, need two ounces
just to sling the next part
saying that you with or your not, saying you move your stock
p-ssy boy stop, pull up to you spot n-gga f-ck, what you got
imma be on unsocial, till my heart beat drop
iont really give a f-ck if we cool or not
young n-gga put em up if you feel to this song
i’m the motherf-cking n-gga that pay the cost to be the boss
i become a young man when i punch a lion
now n-gga got bills so i ain’t got time
if your f-cking with my money i wanna it due time
imma k!ll the whole d-mn game in due time
watch a n-gga flip the whole game where you laying bout
po’ off the world, like i put this sh-t on standby
lights off on the block, its about to be a drive-by

(chorus/hook, ct x2)

come and take your b-tch, n-gga go tell her bye-bye
come into the dark like i put her on sci-fi
your ho need me like her man need wi-fi
smoking on this herb got this b-tch really sky high

come and take your b-tch, n-gga go tell her bye-bye
come into the dark like i put her on sci-fi
your ho need me like her man need wi-fi
smoking on this herb got this b-tch going sky high

p-ssy n-gga whatchu know
watchu’ know
p-ssy n-gga who ya know
who ya know
p-ssy n-gga whatchu know
watchu’ know
p-ssy n-gga who ya know
who ya know
p-ssy n-gga whatchu know
watchu’ know
p-ssy n-gga who ya know
p-ssy n-gga whatchu know

p-ssy n-gga whatchu know this
grab your b-tch by her throat, don’t let it go
let the boy talk, oh, he bout’ to go
to a place he ain’t never bin befo’
k!ll em slow
p-ssy n-gga whatchu know
grab your b-tch by her throat, don’t let it go
let the boy talk, oh, he bout’ to go
to a place he ain’t never bin befo’
k!ll em slow



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