CHIEF {1997}

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Chris Travis - Rap, Underground Rap

CHIEF {1997}

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[Verse: Chris Travis] Hit the fucking corner store Watching my rear views spotting fuck niggas Cause you know they try and kill you Don't ask for shit but for you to keep it trill, fool Riding down Lemark with my bitch on the wheel, fool Hit the strip club and throw the whole bill, fool Bucking, fucking, ducking, sipping on that Robitussin Slidin' through my nigga apartment Just to pick up that green substance Lucky my nigga show me love Threw me a fat sack of that purple sour stuff It's all good so fuck it, my nigga keep it jumping He also get to dumping if you niggas acting funny You niggas get to running, bitch, we cause a homicide A nigga said 3 words now his ass paralyzed Don't fuck with them guys, try and seek a better life H pills and Oxycontin took them niggas fucking minds Higher than a bitch brain gone like I'm Frankenstein Smoking on that 8th of purple grape vines Imported straight from the fucking Funkytown Get the bitch high and take her to the Devil's Playground, bitch [Outro: Chris Travis & Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Chiefin' a quarter pound of pot, in the left with the Glock cocked Chiefin' a quarter pound of pot, in the left with the Glock cocked Chiefin' a quarter pound of pot (In the left with the Glock cocked) Chiefin' a quarter pound a pot, in my lap with the Glock cocked, for the niggas-

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  • Chris Travis