Cream Of The Crop

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Chris Travis - Rap, In English

Cream Of The Crop

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[Bridge] Hit that bitch, I'm a boss Ain't got time for no thot Bitch I live like Rick Ross Get the back, connect the dots Never let a nigga cross, get the cream of the crop Bitch I feel like Ty Lawson and you know I'ma shoot my shot (bitch) [Verse 1] Dammit she ugly and look like a dyke Pull up my body, she forward [?] These niggas can't even rap took a height I murder shit and I don't say goodbye Fuck all your hatin', my hands to the sky Want me to fall but too bad I can fly I might break a discuss and my beat took you high But it hit to your gallera, eat it like pie [Bridge] I'm a pilot in a cockpit when I spit these moshpits Cooked out her nauseous, told her drink with caution Nigga you is not dis', cook you like some biscuit Nigga I be walkin', all I know is foreign shit [Verse 2] I top flouring with my current I'm a extra cool I got truth, not in mood, thought I'll let you know Catch you smilin' in my face but want extra smoke I break rules, make calls, shoutout Mexico Tell that bitch, drink this water, fuck with no sorrow Drink it out the bottle while the boys be your army Strapped up in garments, Ready to harm shit Niggas so harmless, I stay on my own shit [Verse 3] I got image on display I'm a monster out of cage Hit your motherfucking face Bitch I feel like Johnny Cage Leave you shredded in a lake Pussyboy don't wanna fade Let my power penetrate to his mothefucking face

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  • Chris Travis