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letra de crime pays - ceo trayle

[intro]
section 8 just straight cooked this motherf-cker up

[verse]
we masked up goin’ on a mission, we just playin’ sade
[?] i seen my first k!llin’, i had school on friday (yeah)
i told my b-tch she gon’ come with me, we gon’ do this my way (yeah)
first one park this big ass bentley in my new b-tch driveway (yeah)
then i’ma spark this big ass philly, and smoke ’til i’m sideways (yeah)
i don’t know who told you crime don’t pay, lil’ ass n-gga, crime pays (yeah)
i was just bustin’ the box to the bullets
tell the opps, “live your life to the fullest”
ay, when i catch ’em, they know i’ll pull it
aim at yor beanie, skully
i treat a b-tch like a fish, gut it
i treat my gun and my clips like buddies
you don’t like it, but your b-tch might love
n-gga, my stick my b-tch, my cuddy (yeah, yeah)
brick by brick by brick, i built it
any sh-t come my way, i k!lled it
yeah, n-gga, on god i k!lled it, six feet sh-t
still tryna figure out what kiki meant
and that’s why i don’t f-ck with that b-tch
ain’t no point in tryna duck that switch
hollow point get to a low point, then i empty out the whole clip
i never picked a side off rip, ’cause i don’t condone no beef ’bout b-tches
told her, “whatever i do my business”
know how i was steppin’ on sh-t ’bout business
sorry for the wait, i still got weight, ain’t talkin’ ’bout fitness
put him on a plate, then he get ate ’til everybody finished (uh)
i still pop out grimace
nut on her face, that’s blemish (uh)
beat my case, my image
n-gga, i don’t give no f-cks ’bout image
i tote my gun, it’s with me
i just moved off my pivot
shoot out the window, [?] hit it
he got percs with the fento in it
i got percs that the doctor ‘scripted
these n-ggas actors, whole life scripted
these n-ggas backwards, act like b-tches
can’t say “f-ggots,” g-y might get me
i was outside, had trey-five-seven
i don’t know how i got face card credit
i was just takin’ sh-t, n-ggas indebted
me and the plug still talk ’bout fetty
i was in the car, go ’bout one seventy
b-tch had too many problems, i left it
b-tch got brain like school, i kept it
listenin’ to my lil’ son voice message
i reply back to him a text message
i was slidin’ back over through chester
can’t get back in once i exit
we still winnin’, zero effort

- ceo trayle

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