Testo Judgement Day - Chris Travis

Judgement Day - Chris Travis
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Canzone dall'album: Stay Pure
Nel genere:Рэп и хип-хоп
Data di rilascio:03.07.2013
Lingua della canzone:Inglese
Etichetta discografica:EMPIRE, Water Boyz
Limitazioni di età: 18+

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Judgement Day
Last try bruh, fuck this shit
Keeping everything
Keeping everything nigga, off top nigga
I don’t even fuck with this beat nigga, but I’mma kill this shit
No chords nigga
Nigga, I’m a walking lick, so you can’t even touch
If you try to rob me, I’m cutting out your damn guts
Hoes try to play me, I don’t play games much
Talking shit today, will have your funeral next month
Niggas try to lie on me
Don’t say I’m biting styles
I’ll rip your favorite rapper up, like a shredded file
Niggas on my dick hard, smoke them like a Black & Mild
Fuck a cop, fuck a court, fuck a goddamn trial
I’ma stand for my pride, pussy nigga, sit down
Beat a nigga ass quick, then smoke a whole pound
Bitch I’m not the dog pound, I’m a mothafuckin' beast
Run up in your house, take your bitch, put her on a leash
Judgement day for these rap niggas and they damn fans
Kill your song with a hook, call me the candy man
I’m the mothafuckin' best, fuck who don’t understand
Disrespect and get your ass clapped, like a lap dance
Get your main bitch fucked, and your lil' sis snatched
No kidnap, just fuck and give the bitch back
I’m a mothafuckin' shark, ya’ll pussy niggas cast
Throw your ass in the water, watch you swim bloody laps
«Chris Travis can’t rap», that’s what lame niggas say
If you don’t like me, pussy nigga you is gay
Long dick in your mouth, bitch, fuck what you say
Got drunk and sex, kicked her out the next day
Wake a bitch up quick, throw water on her face
Fuck a nigga and his problems, ain’t nobody straight
If you listen to this, thn you a real nigga
If you get a offended, this about you nigga
Stay up out my lane bitch, ya’ll up in the way
Better go hide in the attic somewhere safe
Try to diss Chris Travis, you a fucking disgrace
Line up your whole career, on my fucking dinner place
But I doubt that will happen, I ain’t worried about shit
Don’t let worries fuck your life up for your kids
Niggas hating on my dick, cause I’m making progress
Bitch I’m more than a rapper, I’m a starving artist
Punching fans in the face, like I’m Ron Artest
Just to let ya’ll know, I ain’t taking no shit
Killing every nigga off, if he up in my way
While he smoking kush, send his ass off into space
Goddamn
Shit just got killed nigga
Say no more

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