Chris Travis - Runaway(pekin) | Текст песни

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These pussy nigga wanna be Kenshin
Your dying out boy, I hope your family Christians
Fuck around with my money leave you busy
Throw you out make yo' ass swim with the fishes
Boy I'm probably somewhere that a young nigga can't pronounce
Catch me in the streets, like my mom just kicked me out the house
Bitch I'm always standing out. Call me a class clown
In a room full of weed, rapper sit your ass down
Darkness, Bitch I'm probably posted in a cock pit, Heartless
Come back with your soul at your body, Ferrari
I ain't even got one, but I bargain. Retarted
All these beats make my soul flow retarted
I'm artist really bout to kill of all these targets
Regardless, anybody in your fucking squadron
_____ say, she's not a stripper, she just ____
______ bitch, come and get it if you want your spot back

As I'm livin' I just hope I see another day
My city _____ legend, but, it ain't much to say
Killin' shows, Cross the globe, that ain't much to say
And like my blunts, you can take a beating to the face
Dreads hanging _______________
_______ sesh shows, its the better way
Waterboyz for life, we living in the purest ways
When I'm rich, catch me living by the purest ways
With a bad big bitch eating sundaes
Can't see you nigga like I'm on the runway
Dont get mad, I'm excelling with my forté
________________________ I'm eating like a buffet
Take your whole team down like a entree
Then fall in bed with a bitch, call her foreplay
Anybody wanted bombs at your doorway
Chris fucking Travis, bitch were never like _______

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