Chris Travis - Till The Day | Текст песни

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• Chris Travis
• Till The Day

[Verse 1]
People talk about me but bitch I don't give a fuck
I'm sitting count money, trying to find a bitch to love
Pull up on your girlfriend in a tour bus
Pull up with her best friend in her moma Porsch'
Damn, I'm so hot I call myself a walking torch
Catch me every friday smoking weed on the porch
Done came, bitch I eat with hundred dollar forks
Pure grey fines wrapped around my fucking fork
Big blunt smoking, bitch we about to go aboard
I wake up every day and feel paid, thank the lord
Everything I got them, bitch you probably can't afford
But everything I got are made by me but ain't in stores

[Hook x2]
Damn, I can't wait to get me an accountant
Till the damn day I'm stacking money and I'm counting
Till the damn day I'm with my niggas and we lounging
Till the day I go, I keep my mind clear and cloudy

[Verse 2]
Young Kenshin Travis bitch I'm wet like fish porz
I dive in the sea and I kill to the shores
They try to bite me, but bitch I won't ever bust
I will terrorize you like your ass on The Grudge
Damn, why they talking down like I give a fuck?
I don't wish shit on a nigga, but good luck
Show me my opponent that he leave with miss and goods
Bitch, I'm a lion and I don't fuck with scrubs
Bitch