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Chris Travis

Balance

 

Balance

(album: Pizza & Codeine - 2012)


[Chris Travis:]
I got my cup in my hand, yo bitch know I'm the man
Can't keep my damn balance 'cause codiene hold my stance
Alright, alright, alright

I hit the weed man up and ask for a couple grams
Call your bitch over for a one night stand
Y'all cannot fuck with Chris Travis understand?
And yes my niggas turnt, and they repping Raider Klan
And yes my blunt is burning with them fruity flavors man
And yes yo bitch relaxing when she full of them Xans
We coming through this bitch, my niggas what is you saying?
Shake junt, shake junt, now who the fuck is playing?
Purple ice on the top of my Jolly Rancher candy
Mane a nigga steez made a bitch, drop her panties
And yes I'm carving niggas like some fucking ceramics
And yes I'm taking bitches that's we these niggas can't stand me
Bitch

I got my cup in my hand, yo bitch know I'm the man
Can't keep my damn balance 'cause codiene hold my stance
Alright, alright, alright
I got my cup in my hand, yo bitch know I'm the man
Can't keep my damn balance 'cause codiene hold my stance
Alright, alright, alright

[Kris Henry:]
Fuck y'all mad at me fo', y'all don't even know what I been through
Tylenol with that codiene and she downer downer, what the Xans do
Xans all in my drank fuck what you saying bitch 'cause I mean it
Pop two beans to balance out the [?]
Nobody gonn' catch me slipping
Got a bad bitch in my crib, made her whip her head like Willow
Got the pistol under the matress but her face down in that pillow
Got that Charizard in the ziplock, got two beans with kingcott
And I pour sixes in the 20 just to balance out the high
Listen love, I ain't gonn' lie, that's a whole lot of them drugs
Leave some holes all in your man, like a hipster bitch with them plugs
And all you niggas fake, so fuck friends, only fucking with fam
Aim that click-clack at you quacks, shady in some duck camo

[Chris Travis:]
I got my cup in my hand, yo bitch know I'm the man
Can't keep my damn balance 'cause codiene hold my stance
Alright, alright, alright
I got my cup in my hand, yo bitch know I'm the man
Can't keep my damn balance 'cause codiene hold my stance
Alright, alright, alright
Bitch

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