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letra de dondada - ceo trayle

[intro]
yeah, yeah
they say, they say
he’s a real back blocker, ayy
d-mn highxlass, i need this one
ayy

[chorus]
he’s a real back blocker, [?]
thirty milligrams of percocet to get me proper
he’s a real gun c-cker, uh, get guaper
that lil’ n-gga’s a real don dada, nothin’ like his father
he’s a real gun popper, uh, [?] blocker
you lookin’ a lil’ upset partner, uh, what’s got ya?
pulled off in a [?] but that ain’t no d-mn [?]
play with me, might get ya head splattered
but does that matter?

[verse 1]
ayy, n-gga, them [?] in
pull up, my crib [?]
i up this [?] and don’t show no emotion
i just might blow ten, this [?] get loaded in
livin’ life like gta but none [?] was loading
i’m balling just like derozan but [?] i’m golden
yeah, me and my momma used to want me at home 4:10
n-gga, i still [?], i had to handle that business
i had loads in
any show i got, you know where them bl!cks is [?]
i drove in
big boss, ceo, n-ggas say i’m chosen
b-tches say this d-ck is golden, they wanna hold it
why you think ain’t none of my b-tches ever try to expose me?
’cause when you open up pandora’s box you can’t ever close it
i’m still tryna fit these f-ckin’ [?] in this f-cking closet
d-mn, i’m in a closet
n-ggas be just gossip
i be f-cking n-ggas’ b-tches and i make deposits
n-ggas tryna get me help with my line
(what i got? this is four!)
[chorus]
he’s a real back blocker, [?]
thirty milligrams of percocet to get me proper
he’s a real gun c-cker, uh, get guaper
that lil’ n-gga’s a real don dada, nothin’ like his father
he’s a real gun popper, uh, [?] blocker
you lookin’ a lil’ upset partner, uh, what’s got ya?
pulled off in a [?] but that ain’t no d-mn [?]
play with me, might get ya head splattered
but does that matter?

[verse 2]
he just let off fifty shots on camera
(he’s just clinked up)
hopped out the truck bl!cked up
(went straight to [?])
i ain’t got time for arguing with no n-gga, you’ll get binged up
i’ll give a n-gga nightmares, he’ll wanna give his dreams up
forty thousand with a .40 glock, can’t pull my jeans up
and my young n-gga already totin’ bl!cks, he got my genes, huh
this lil’ b-tch finessed her way inside this studio, she sing, huh
it’s the big boss c4 at yo’ backdoor but it didn’t ring, huh?
fifty deep with a cameraman, might shoot a scene in here
baddest b-tches inside my session, ones you ain’t seen, huh
i wake up, i’m feelin’ like wu-tang, get this c.r.e.a.m up
long as you know that cash [?] my daddy
i ain’t nothin’ like that dude, i’m big boss 4
[outro]
he’s a real back blocker, [?]
thirty milligrams of percocet to get me proper
he’s a real (gun c-cker, uh, get guaper)
he’s a real don dada (nothin’ like his father)

- ceo trayle

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