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Chris Travis
Chris Travis
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Travis
Chris Travis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay On The Track
Tay On The Track
Producer

Texty

Came up to know she had it rough
So I fuck her 'til she fuck me up
Pulled up in my black truck
Premium and I'm fresh as fuck
She drunk as fuck, she stumbling
I'm high as fuck, probably mumbling
Made some cash, time to make some more
Wake up and it's a new show
Her eyes glow like mine glow
She walk away and the time slow
I know where to find you though
And you know where to find me too
Bitch, I hold my loot like it's my last to do
Give me some room, I'ma need to zoom
Yeah, she can fool a boy like you
A **** that don't know what to do
I'm smoking (smoking)
Why you acting bogus
Let's go see the ocean
Or let me see you open
I see the way you poking
I see the way you scoping
I get it, now that you with it
Texting yo ****, but you got my dick in yo mouth
Woah, ouch (tell that bitch to bring it back)
Woah, ouch (tell that bitch to bring it back)
Woah, ouch (tell that bitch to bring it back)
Woah, ouch (tell that bitch to bring it back)
Woah, ouch (tell that bitch to bring it back)
Woah, ouch (tell that bitch to bring it back)
Woah, ouch (tell that bitch to bring it back)
Woah, ouch (tell that bitch to bring it back)
Woah, ouch (tell that bitch to bring it back)
Woah, ouch (tell that bitch to bring it back)
Woah, ouch (tell that bitch to bring it back)
Woah, ouch (tell that bitch to bring it back)
Written by: Chris Travis
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