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letra de ceo status - ceo jizzle

[intro: ceo jizzle]
yeah
’bout these hoes, straight on some
sucker sh-t
sucker-ass n-gga, hmm
(tell me why you goin’ this crazy, ky)

[chorus: ceo jizzle]
if you want smoke, just let me know, i ain’t on no duckin’ sh-t
all you n-ggas tender ’bout these hoes, straight on some sucker sh-t
if i up the glizzy off the rip, know i’ma touch some sh-t
i ain’t missin’ sh-t
n-gga know i keep a glock with thirty sticks, i’m touchin’ sh-t

[verse 1: ceo jizzle]
i ain’t missin’ sh-t, i ain’t on no pluckin’ sh-t
n-gga know you flodgin’ with that sh-t, boy, that’s your brother sh-t
if i catch you lackin’ with that pole, now that’s another stick
took your sh-t and dress it up, now that ho got an auto switch
i ain’t blankin’ on no mission, every time i spin through, it’s on my hip
don’t blow my phone up when i’m off the percs, i’m with my other b-tch
on some other sh-t, tryna plot up on a l!ck
she gon’ get the drop, we gon’ come through there and take all your sh-t
now them my ‘bows
hit her last night off two percs, now that’s my ho
if you see that all-black scat, you better get low
k!ller trailin’ me, drakin’ sh-t up out the tahoe
you say you totin’ dracs, p-ssy gon’ die with the micro
[chorus: ceo jizzle]
if you want smoke, just let me know, i ain’t on no duckin’ sh-t
all you n-ggas tender ’bout these hoes, straight on some sucker sh-t
if i up the glizzy off the rip, know i’ma touch some sh-t
i ain’t missin’ sh-t
n-gga know i keep a glock with thirty sticks, i’m touchin’ sh-t

[verse 2: kato2x]
got money for the war, double r real, i’m with the f-ckery
i done shot a n-gga and iced my wrist, can’t say i ain’t bustin’ sh-t
know she got a n-gga, i don’t even know why this b-tch huggin’ me
i can go anywhere dressed up, know sh-t gon’ get ugly (i stamp that)
and we strapped, ain’t tuckin’ it, we pull up in sh-t luxury
you see me hop out dior head to toe, i know she suckin’ me
grip glock, we bustin’ it, and i’m out, i’m bustin’ it
and them straps, we bustin’ it, n-gga, what you muggin’ with?
foreigns back to back in traffic, n-gga know we buckin’ sh-t
shoot like i’m mcgrady, glock i c-ck like deebo, poppin’ sh-t
we pop up if the opps in it, pick a side, who you rockin’ with?
turn the dirty car legit, can’t forget that i came from sh-t
n-gga, i can’t change for sh-t
uh, that iron, still sw-ngin’ it
two r’s, i’m bangin’ it (no cap)
(sh-t ain’t get turnt ’til the gang walked in, n-gga)

- ceo jizzle

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