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chris travis - drank talk lyrics

[intro]
(what’s up, slim?)

[verse 1]
b_tch, i’m from memphis, you know we stay fly
smoke in the air, so you know we stay high
never been b_tched, though we never been tried
me and my brother forever gon’ ride
when that sh_t happen, i couldn’t let it slide
get everybody, get took on a ride
i know it’s a lot of sh_t been on my mind
had to man up, put my pride to the side
we caught up dry that day, i can’t decide
i tell your b_tch that it’s dinner at five
they been hatin’ and watchin’ me grind
big ups to y’all, cause y’all made me, it’s time
i nevеr needed a n_gga from mines
i’ma go take it with mе every time
know that the n_ggas with me gon’ shine
we here together, it’s yours, it’s mines
i’m gon’ take on this sh_t, it won’t stop
these n_ggas be your friends, and the next day they your opp
see, i’ma take her business and go buy up a block
ay, the sh_t i’m doin’ now, i’m bout to take it up a notch
ay, you know we standin’ on it, p_ssy, we won’t ever stop
ay, you know these p_ssy n_ggas don’t wanna see you at the top
ay, i ain’t never foldin’ even with a b_tch or not
ay, run up on me, n_gga, you gon’ run into this dot
ay, i’m from the city, pimpin’ and k!llin’ and robbin’ these b_tches
f_cked by the cops, we ain’t stoppin’, we glitchin’
but on the arp, dippin’ with [?]
i know some n_ggas that’s wants see me missin’
put a name on it, you keep on seein’ diss
we ain’t not gon’ play with these n_ggas, they snitchin’
i been on my grind and been sweepin’ the mess
[chorus]
i’m on this syrup, on this lean, on this drink talk
i’m on this syrup, on this lean, on this drink talk
i’m on this syrup, on this lean, let the drink walk
i’m on this syrup, on this lean, let the drink talk
i’m on this syrup, on this lean, let me sleep walk
i’m on this syrup, on this lean, let me sleep talk
i’m on this syrup, on this lean, let me sleep walk
i’m on this syrup, on this lean, let the drink talk

[verse 2]
i’m drinkin’ only, i’m impatient
god, n_ggas in georgia and macon
red and blue diamonds, boy, shout out my [?]
we didn’t put no drop, cause a n_gga can’t taste
we runnin’ your sh_t if we think it ain’t fake
he say that he’s smoke, but a n_gga [?]
you the b_tch, n_gga fried, n_gga, i’m talkin’ baked
they stealin’ the sauce when they know they didn’t make
had to go through this sh_t and man up in jet fakes
glass eye on that arp jet for my safe
came up around pimps and drug dealers and tape
boy, top million dollar deal, n_gga, i’ma take it
got sh_t i can’t talk abut, i keep it safe
i keep this sh_t movin’, i can’t do no break
momma under they breath and they said i wasn’t make
tryna be on my side, but at first they were hatin’

- chris travis lyrics

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