Lyrics

Yeah man they be playing all type of games Chatting You think that's 21? (No bitch that's 22) This that Travis James shit, this that Travis James shit In the kitchen whippin' dope like it's food And this ain't 21, bitch this 22 Young 22 love grippin' automatics I get pussy on the regular that's automatic Pull up, air it out like a fan I take picture with my fans With the fan, What'sup fam? Fuck a nigga what I'm sayin' Smoke comin' out the sunroof like a Chimney
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Isiah Mcclain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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