Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where You At, artist - Chris Travis.
Date of issue: 27.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Where You At |
Ridin through the city tryna fill out the grids |
I don’t need no friends |
Bitch gave me neck like a mufuckin bill |
Saying fuck how you feel |
Email blunts ain’t lookin for a deal |
Bitch I’m lookin for a way I could just live and chill |
Mothafuckas in my face tryna get a upper kick |
Ima kick your ass down, then watch you dismiss |
Bitches round me tryna sneak in a pic |
Baby girl fuck your snapchat |
Let me hit it from the back |
Pull your hair to the back |
Fuck yo nigga where he is |
Ima show him where you at |
Boy Im all about packs and I’m killin off wax |
Set em up in a trap |
Shoulda ran into a cat |
Won’t fold, won’t hold |
Can’t see me I’m back |
Can’t see me I’m back, bitch |
Can’t see me I’m back |
You niggas so wack |
Can’t see me I’m back |
You niggas so wack |
Bitches |
Fuck a damn car note |
I’m pullin up nigga fuck a damn barcode |
Leave me alone if you not in my circle |
For shit get so ugly I can’t even merk you |
Pussy so wet it’s so clean it’s so fertile |
Waterboyz bitch, we be the best in the urban |
Best in the world and that shit is for certain |
I’m not a label |
I cannot be purchased |
Pull up like Tarzan Im looking for Ursula |
Watchin the curves |
Lil pussy niggas just wash up yo words |
I’m? |
Niggas be flexin like they got the work |
Hit up yo phone but that shit ain’t in service |
Makin this money, this money ain’t hurtin |
Ridin through the city tryna fill out the grids |
I don’t need no friends |
Bitch gave me neck like a mufuckin bill |
Saying fuck how you feel |
Email blunts ain’t lookin for a deal |
Bitch I’m lookin for a way I could just live and chill |
Mothafuckas in my face tryna get a upper kick |
Ima kick your ass down, then watch you dismiss |
Bitches round me tryna sneak in a pic |
Baby girl fuck your snapchat |
Let me hit it from the back |
Pull your hair to the back |
Fuck yo nigga where he is |
Ima show him where you at |
Boy I’m all about packs and I’m killin off wax |
Set em up in a trap |
Shoulda ran into a cat |
Won’t fold, won’t hold |
Can’t see me I’m back, bitch |
Can’t see me I’m back |
You niggas so wack |