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letra de dead presidents - ceo trayle

[intro]
(c-nasty)
ayy

[chorus]
ayy, they might think i’m offset, the way c4 say cartier
another halloween, motherf-cker, it’s that time of year
ayy, and i can’t trust n0body, but i trust my tommy, yeah
he ain’t tryna be another body, that’s what got me here
yeah, they call me big boss, ball out for no reason
all my shooters outside, n-gga, it’s that season
uh, n-gga was a kel-tec’er veteran
uh, wipe down all the evidence
kick a door and jump a gate, we find out he got presidents

[verse]
ayy, the way my b-tch suck d-ck, i know she heaven-sent
told ’em that i need all my money, i need every cent
’cause you know c4 crazy, he ain’t got no sense, ayy
you know i’m on that block, i’m prada papi, glock, a drum in it
you know they gon’ wake up, make up crazy stories, run with it, uh
n-ggas be goin’ out bad, dyin’ with they gun and sh-t, uh
n-gga, we ain’t goin’ out bad, just tell me which one to get, ayy
first we was playin’ defense, now we gon’ run the blitz, uh, uh
happy halloween 3
ayy, uh, uh, happy halloween 3
act like they knew me, but they never even seen me
i was in the house smokin’ pooh bear with an ap
my ex-b-tch mad, yeah, i know that she must hate me
ayy, ’cause everywhere she go, know they gon’ play me, ayy
i know you know ’bout that traphouse on that backstreet
i think it’s haunted, all these bodies, baby, just check the rap sheet, uh
i pick up my 50 first, i hear my phone ring
a label chose these rap n-ggas, but the streets chose me
and i can’t trust a n-gga with that bread, might try to toast me
got an obituary for the last n-gga that tried to poke me
this 30 got me floating, know i popped a whole team
her p-ssy taste like protein, come outside with no jeans
you just now gettin’ to know me, you ain’t gettin’ no ring
you might just get a couple dollars, pay you for to suck and swallow
or put you in a backroom and sit down, let you count the guala, uh
i load up my 50 with a fendi collar
ayy, this that happy halloween 3, get the yayo cheap-cheap
n-ggas be beneath me, got paper problems
[chorus]
ayy, they might think i’m offset, the way c4 say cartier
another halloween, motherf-cker, it’s that time of year
ayy, and i can’t trust n0body, but i trust my tommy, yeah
he ain’t tryna be another body, that’s what got me here
yeah, they call me big boss, ball out for no reason
all my shooters outside, n-gga, it’s that season
n-gga was a kel-tec’er veteran
wipe down all the evidence
kick a door and jump a gate, we find out he got presidents

- ceo trayle

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