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Travis Crazy - M.C.S. Lyrics



Travis Crazy - M.C.S. Lyrics
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I been killin' M.C.'s for a long time
Slaughterin' with rhymes
Y'all fall in line
I pound through the city with my ill flow
Stick to the beat like clothes with Velcro
Been around hip hop since shell toes
In the party gettin' bent like elbows
Everybody come with me it's gone be a show
More eyes on me than a peephole
Go find you a shorty to jig with
If you took a pill stay full of liquids
Vodka ciroc or grey goose maybe belve
Patron or Hennessey in ya belly
It's on my energy... on Tesla
My zone my limit be on forever
Yone I'm gone
Hot as Peter piper's peppers
They picked me to run d's m.c.'s out the sector
Oh yeah
I'm killin'em... I'm killin'em
I might just pop another pill again
Might take another shot... shot
Lil' Wayne on'em I got the block... hot
Can't wait to have my Bentley with a drop... top
Come in we got the whole spot... locked
Bring a friend but don't try to plot... got
Big things that'll make an autobot... stop
Come rock with me
Don't f' with me
Royal Flock with me
Don't f' with me
Come rock with me
Don't f' with me
Royal Flock with me
Don't f' with me
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on... Come on
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on... Come on
Can we get more shots
Drop a fifty down
So many people drunk
Some not with me now
Some hit the ground
Some had to sit down
Some left with somethin'
Bad... Thick and round
To sum it up... Yup
It's lit tonight
Like December twenty fifth
With Christmas lights
Feelin' alright
Y'all okay
What you want the Rosé
Or the José
Yup... Tequila in the house
Have a toast
And put it in ya mouth
Yo mutha-f'in mouth
Like your girl say
Or Akyneli on'em
Got a table full of wings
And I don't really want'em
I'm f'd up so much I can't eat
Can't keep my eyes open
Lookin' Chinese
I'm f'd up so much I can't sleep
Wanna hit another club
That's fine by me
Oh yeah
I'm killin'em... I'm killin'em
I might just pop another pill again
Might take another shot... shot
Lil' Wayne on'em I got the block... hot
Can't wait to have my Bentley with a drop... top
Come in we got the whole spot... locked
Bring a friend but don't try to plot... got
Big things that'll make an autobot... stop
Come rock with me
Don't f' with me
Royal Flock with me
Don't f' with me
Come rock with me
Don't f' with me
Royal Flock with me
Don't f' with me
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on... Come on
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on...
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on... Come on
Oh yeah
I'm killin'em... I'm killin'em
I might just pop another pill again
Might take another shot... shot
Lil' Wayne on'em I got the block ... hot
Can't wait to have my Bentley with a drop ... top
Come in we got the whole spot ... locked
Bring a friend but don't try to plot ... got
Big things that'll make an autobot ... stop
Come rock with me
Don't f' with me
Royal Flock with me
Don't f' with me
Come rock with me
Don't f' with me
Royal Flock with me
Don't f' with me
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on...
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on... Come on
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on...
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on... Come on
Come on... Come on
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I been killin' M.C.'s for a long time
Slaughterin' with rhymes
Y'all fall in line
I pound through the city with my ill flow
Stick to the beat like clothes with Velcro
Been around hip hop since shell toes
In the party gettin' bent like elbows
Everybody come with me it's gone be a show
More eyes on me than a peephole
Go find you a shorty to jig with
If you took a pill stay full of liquids
Vodka ciroc or grey goose maybe belve
Patron or Hennessey in ya belly
It's on my energy... on Tesla
My zone my limit be on forever
Yone I'm gone
Hot as Peter piper's peppers
They picked me to run d's m.c.'s out the sector
Oh yeah
I'm killin'em... I'm killin'em
I might just pop another pill again
Might take another shot... shot
Lil' Wayne on'em I got the block... hot
Can't wait to have my Bentley with a drop... top
Come in we got the whole spot... locked
Bring a friend but don't try to plot... got
Big things that'll make an autobot... stop
Come rock with me
Don't f' with me
Royal Flock with me
Don't f' with me
Come rock with me
Don't f' with me
Royal Flock with me
Don't f' with me
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on... Come on
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on... Come on
Can we get more shots
Drop a fifty down
So many people drunk
Some not with me now
Some hit the ground
Some had to sit down
Some left with somethin'
Bad... Thick and round
To sum it up... Yup
It's lit tonight
Like December twenty fifth
With Christmas lights
Feelin' alright
Y'all okay
What you want the Rosé
Or the José
Yup... Tequila in the house
Have a toast
And put it in ya mouth
Yo mutha-f'in mouth
Like your girl say
Or Akyneli on'em
Got a table full of wings
And I don't really want'em
I'm f'd up so much I can't eat
Can't keep my eyes open
Lookin' Chinese
I'm f'd up so much I can't sleep
Wanna hit another club
That's fine by me
Oh yeah
I'm killin'em... I'm killin'em
I might just pop another pill again
Might take another shot... shot
Lil' Wayne on'em I got the block... hot
Can't wait to have my Bentley with a drop... top
Come in we got the whole spot... locked
Bring a friend but don't try to plot... got
Big things that'll make an autobot... stop
Come rock with me
Don't f' with me
Royal Flock with me
Don't f' with me
Come rock with me
Don't f' with me
Royal Flock with me
Don't f' with me
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on... Come on
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on...
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on... Come on
Oh yeah
I'm killin'em... I'm killin'em
I might just pop another pill again
Might take another shot... shot
Lil' Wayne on'em I got the block ... hot
Can't wait to have my Bentley with a drop ... top
Come in we got the whole spot ... locked
Bring a friend but don't try to plot ... got
Big things that'll make an autobot ... stop
Come rock with me
Don't f' with me
Royal Flock with me
Don't f' with me
Come rock with me
Don't f' with me
Royal Flock with me
Don't f' with me
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on...
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on... Come on
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on...
Wanna dance mother-f'er come on... Come on
Come on... Come on
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Writer: Travis Perkins
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