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Chris Travis

Try Again

 

Try Again

(album: Forgive Me - 2017)


Drinking on water I'm smoking this in
She wanna' fuck me bitch do not pretend
I was in Memphis I'm cooking pinch
Now you niggas just wanna' be friends
Holdup I'm taking this in
New to the shore, and I've been for the win
Can't love a hoe, I'm not holding no hands
I just might [?] right at the rim
[?] some grams
Fuck up my set cause' I'm smoking my strength
Niggas be talking but don't got no hands
I don't pretend cause I know who I am
Damn she said that I'm weird
All of the niggas she with disappear
Copping the Porches, switching the gears
Through with my money wipe up my tears
Sipping day through the night, live in the light it make you blind
Grinding day through the night and if you ain't don't waste my time
You can fake it if you wanna' I'm myself and I don't mind
She can tell me where she wanna, but her soul is all mines
Bitch, I'm a tick, give a fuck bout' this shit
Been at war myself, since a kid, won't forget
Bitch, I'm a tick, give a fuck bout' this shit
Been at war myself, since a kid, won't forget
Beat on your bitch with a malice
[?] bandana
Sparking that pano
My bitch she need a beretta
Speed in a foreign I left with, back to the schedule
[?]
Pockets on work bitch, I'm whiter than than Texas
Niggas don't want it they [?]
All of these hundreds, I don't gotta' stretch it
[?] pop out the cut like I'm Freddy
Taking your bitch in a second
Nigga be ready
Imma' get hit in a second
She coming back for some more because she's ready for seconds
I want that car, like Bentley
I turn you up if you let me
[?]
Hotter than the motherfucking concrete I'm great
Drinking on that promethazine like a shake
You niggas ain't built and you made out of shape
And I'm running laps around you I won't ever take a break
Hopped in my car I was headed to the bank
Looking at the stars all a nigga had was faith
Imma' keep it plain you niggas ain't the same
Tryna hop up in my lane be a way to get exchanged

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