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Cream Of The Crop
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Chris Travis
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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) 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 f*ck 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 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 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, f*ck 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 I got image on display I'm a monster out of cage Hit your motherf*cking face Bitch I feel like Johnny Cage Leave you shredded in a lake p*ssyboy don't wanna fade Let my power penetrate to his mothef*cking face
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