Chris Travis - Stayin True Prod. DJ Smokey | Текст песни

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• Stayin True Prod. DJ Smokey

Verse 1:
I don't spit no game to these bitches and they know it,
And everything I say is real I don't got to show it,
My nigga say he got the lean,
Well nigga pour it,
I'm trapping on my iphone,
And best believe it's stolen,
And my niggas talking pounds,
But my nigga I don't hold it,
These streets ain't safe,
That's why my niggas ride loaded,
These crooked ass cops want to catch a nigga slippin'
But when a nigga get killed the police be missin'
Crazy ass world,
But we all just livin'
That's why my blunt lit and I maintain my pimpin'
And I don't fuck with niggas most of them be trippin'
And I don't love these hoes cause they just want attention,
And I just fuck these hoes and give my love to these women,
I ride with my family cause we all have a vision,
But we gon' stay humble,
But we gon' get there in a minute,
My wardrobe finished nigga I don't fuck with finished.

Verse 2:
You just got to face it my nigga you lose,
Don't catch an attitude cause I don't fuck with you,
My plug shipped it in so I gotta get it through,
If you ain't got the cash then I can't fuck with you,
My last bitch was crazy cause she popped up out the blue,
And nigga what's old cause ain't a damn thing new,
Spit a game to a ho that's what I don't do,
I tell her straight up cause that's what real niggas do.

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