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chris travis - the message lyrics

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[intro]

[verse 1]
money go-getter
what’s her name, i’ll get her
f-ck the fame, just came
i’m a young memphis n-gga
in my jordan flip-flops with my hair in a knot
with a knot in my socks
and my chest in a slot

n-gga
all i f-cking know is s-x, money, and to rob
in a all white charger looking like the f-cking rock
on the block with the pot
looking hot
for the cream of the crop
don’t stop
f-ck a cop
do it till your heart drop

p-ssy n-gga i’m the realest
i don’t gotta act tough
p-ssy n-gga i’m the chillest
riding in a black truck
full of bad white women
n-ggas wanna act up
leave his -ss dissected
i’m that n-gga, act like you get the message
boy you not sh-t so stop flexing
yeah, i’m the boy that your girl texting
if you want something
little n-gga fetch it
imma have to give b-tches lessons

[bridge]
your face is your essence
your body when naked
it is a blessing, to see you
it’s my pleasure to meet you

[verse 2]
n-ggas really wanna keep up
your style don’t change
can you please speed up?
i create things
just wet my feet up
most n-ggas made things i don’t wanna speak of
i relate things that you wanna dream of
standing in the rain with a blunt and a mug
the pains in my songs
i don’t really need love
i know how you feel
but i don’t need us
baby

[outro]

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