Chris Travis, Robb Bank$ - Adlib lyrics
[Chris Travis, Robb Bank$ - Adlib lyrics]
Ay who want, girl i know you want it
Fuck you till you get to moaning like sure
Sure ay stop talking girl you
Know you voice annoying
Tryna pretend we in love, got ya
Right where i want ya
You and your friends been talking bout
How i put it on ya
Girl proceed with caution your
Heart might get broken
To all the hoes i never
Texted back i'm not sorry
Cuz i rather get you hurt
Before i get caught up
I got syrup poured up, got the fye on tuck
Pussy nigga run up, he gone get done up, suck
You want pressure then it's pressure
Nigga say the word
Me and Chris fucking yo bitch passed her
It’s Pou turn
Hit a u turn in that pussy swerved off
Too gone mane what the fuck
These pussy niggas on
And i fucked her on the futon
Pussy nigga run and tell ya bitch
We dropped the new song
When i was in the walls boy
I left my shoes on left ya bitch and my dog
Got her like Jimmy Neutron black clover
Leader of the cult for the children
Went head to head in tug
A war against Robbin Williams
Veins pump tonic, mouth salvitates hi-tech
Bitch lick my wounds she
Gone taste tumblr hype
Last of my kind watch me
Reprising the candle light
Boy your bitch mine watch how i get her right
Is you fucking with me?
Man i know she fucking with me, hit
Her and she adlibing like sure, sure
Stop talking pussy nigga don't want it, boy
You know yo ass pussy like suck, suck
You know we on it all my savages is on
It we ain't doing no
Talking still 2phoneshawty
Bae that pussy pouring and talking
To me ask and
You shall receive now adlib for me like sure
Bitch call me Medusa, hair long as a serpent
Water boys here to drown the whole surface
Black doors
Black walls embedded with curtains
And i just wanna know is she for certain?
Bitch stop lying, you 20 and you a virgin
Is you gone fuck this convo seeming worthless
Let me fill you up with
Drugs like i'm a surgeon
I'm a dirty nigga should
Clean me like detergent
That shit mean i'll probably come and murk ya
But she might spot me so i'll
Just have to hurt ya
Fuck being broke, i swear that i'm allergic
Got money now, i don't know how to splurge it
Niggas claiming this and that
Bitch not converting
Splitting up the bands in
Ways like a conversion
Chopping niggas heads and wrapping
Em in a turban
Uber me shawty pull up in a suburban
Tell yo ho to slide she
Coming fast like it's urgent
Young Chris Travis that nigga
Ya haven't heard it
Water boys, SS, pulling up on the curb bitch
When we pulling up the pressure
Lift up her skirt quick
When we pulling up the pressure
Lift up her skirt quick
Riding in the fast lane way above surface
If you wanna come get murk bitch
Fuck you till you get to moaning like sure
Sure ay stop talking girl you
Know you voice annoying
Tryna pretend we in love, got ya
Right where i want ya
You and your friends been talking bout
How i put it on ya
Girl proceed with caution your
Heart might get broken
To all the hoes i never
Texted back i'm not sorry
Cuz i rather get you hurt
Before i get caught up
I got syrup poured up, got the fye on tuck
Pussy nigga run up, he gone get done up, suck
You want pressure then it's pressure
Nigga say the word
Me and Chris fucking yo bitch passed her
It’s Pou turn
Hit a u turn in that pussy swerved off
Too gone mane what the fuck
These pussy niggas on
And i fucked her on the futon
Pussy nigga run and tell ya bitch
We dropped the new song
When i was in the walls boy
I left my shoes on left ya bitch and my dog
Got her like Jimmy Neutron black clover
Leader of the cult for the children
Went head to head in tug
A war against Robbin Williams
Veins pump tonic, mouth salvitates hi-tech
Bitch lick my wounds she
Gone taste tumblr hype
Last of my kind watch me
Reprising the candle light
Boy your bitch mine watch how i get her right
Is you fucking with me?
Man i know she fucking with me, hit
Her and she adlibing like sure, sure
Stop talking pussy nigga don't want it, boy
You know yo ass pussy like suck, suck
You know we on it all my savages is on
It we ain't doing no
Talking still 2phoneshawty
Bae that pussy pouring and talking
To me ask and
You shall receive now adlib for me like sure
Bitch call me Medusa, hair long as a serpent
Water boys here to drown the whole surface
Black doors
Black walls embedded with curtains
And i just wanna know is she for certain?
Bitch stop lying, you 20 and you a virgin
Is you gone fuck this convo seeming worthless
Let me fill you up with
Drugs like i'm a surgeon
I'm a dirty nigga should
Clean me like detergent
That shit mean i'll probably come and murk ya
But she might spot me so i'll
Just have to hurt ya
Fuck being broke, i swear that i'm allergic
Got money now, i don't know how to splurge it
Niggas claiming this and that
Bitch not converting
Splitting up the bands in
Ways like a conversion
Chopping niggas heads and wrapping
Em in a turban
Uber me shawty pull up in a suburban
Tell yo ho to slide she
Coming fast like it's urgent
Young Chris Travis that nigga
Ya haven't heard it
Water boys, SS, pulling up on the curb bitch
When we pulling up the pressure
Lift up her skirt quick
When we pulling up the pressure
Lift up her skirt quick
Riding in the fast lane way above surface
If you wanna come get murk bitch