Chris Travis – 80 Dime Bagz (Boomin) lyrics

Bitch hit me up tell me that I want shit
I hit her back and said “bitch you better lick the dick”
Ridin round round town ain't got shit to do
My dick was hella soft I nutted on her gucci shoes

80 dime bags boomin’ like Alicia Keys
Ten bitches cold whores sniffin' hella keys
I ain't trippy but my nigga gon be on LSD
Red eyes gold teeth tell me that ain’t sleaze

Pull up on a college bitch and take her to Micky D's
Number eight, Large fries, dollar sweet tea
Gold hair and long chain just like Ice T
Threw on my black frames then I hit the trees
Hit the reefa, my girlfriend look like Queen Latifah
In the eighties, I'm a fuckin' nineties baby
Tryna join my flock of steeze, cuz you must be crazy
I'm a lazy ass nigga when I beat my dick

80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten cold whores, sniffin’ dirty keys
80 dime bags boomin’ like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin’ like Alicia Keys
Ten cold whores, sniffin' dirty keys


Bitches on my dick cuz they know I got the lean
Black Kray and Chris Travis bitch that's hella steeze
Got my nigga Ethelwulf rollin' up the green
Got my fingers all sticky staring at that pink
Nigga what’s in your cup, what the fuck you think?
Got this bitch on my dick askin' for a drink
And fuck you posin' ass niggas always tryna scheme
Hoe this how we live nigga what the fuck you mean?
Shake junt, shake junt, when I'm on the scene
Drink might be purple or it might be green
Ion really give a fuck bout what you niggas think
Just leave me alone before I get that beam
I'm bout fuckin' bitches and illegal things
Me and my niggas we be chillin' playin' Saints Row 3
Shake junt, shake junt, what the fuck you mean
Shake junt, shake junt, bitch we bout that green

80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten cold whores, sniffin' dirty keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten cold whores, sniffin' dirty keys


We all off in the party hella hard we got the bars
The bitches fiending and they all wanna be porn stars
I took her to the car cause I didn't park far
We hit the store to re-up on tips and to get ‘gars
And now she fallin' hard tryna fuck me in the car
She high as fuck she do not know where the fuck we are
My fingers got the scars dime bags selling hard
I'm in the melting servant cause the sacks selling far
And niggas know about it cause it's tracks to the tar
We smokin' where we are indo-in' out of the stars
I'm bangin' shit hella hard, 80 sacks for the calls
And I should get an applause for the way I get her draws
And I ain't even tryna throw no salt up on yo seasoning
But boy I be the reason yo bitch is always creepin'
So next time she tell you not tonight she feelin' sleepy
You should take a listen at my bedroom squeakin'
Bitch

80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten cold whores, sniffin' dirty keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
Ten cold whores, sniffin' dirty keys