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letra de first 48'd - ceo trayle

[intro]
(g money)
skrrt
yeah
ayy

[verse]
i’ll get you first 48’d, broad light of day’d
took off in a sp-ceship, i’m back now
ayy, i park the strikers all adjacent, this b-tch testin’ my patience
i only want that face, she bringin’ cat ’round
said she wanna beat, wanna meet, that’s some sh-t i can’t see
stayin’ on my q’s and my p’s and my carti full of v’s
we was only supposed to have the house to park the stolen v’s
ended goin’ broke and stayin’ in that b-tch, you wouldn’t believe it
you know that 12 kept comin’ ’round
n-gga steal, i gun him down
baby c4 runnin’ ’round
in the kitchen scr-pin’
n-gga, you wanna die? give you a demonstration
spend this sh-t, no limitations
i crank up the car, i love the track’ sound
told the b-tch she wanna leave me, then b-tch, it’s easy
a lot of n-ggas wanna be me, you’ll always see me
i told them i was gon’ do this sh-t for real, they didn’t believe me
man, you gotta see everybody faces now, let go my d-ck please
believe it or not like ripley’s
my lemonade was simply
my dinner phase was shrimp please
your ex-boyfriend a shrimp to me
like big backdoor, he couldn’t be
not even if he tried, went outside like this and died
them steppers out here, get inside
and i don’t want the b-tch back, it’s my pride
up the 30, get to runnin’, bet you p-ssy n-ggas hidin’
get to steppin’ on the steppers, i was with gunna eatin’ at hyde
do a collection
she off rip, lil’ shawty’ll break her back and get to stretchin’
she got brain, i learned a lesson
uh, father god, i thank you for my son ’cause he a blessing
oh, big backdoor, he get to k!llin’ sh-t, but he ain’t got no direction
ayy, who taught him how to do the sh-t he do?
it’s militant, look how he move
shooters watch my back, i tie my shoes
or my b-tch tie ’em for me
yeah, i done got richer than a b-tch, now they all tryna record me
i ain’t sendin’ no songs, set up a meeting, n-gga
and i need some millions ’cause you talkin’ to a street n-gga
i done already made a couple millions out the streets, n-gga
i only eat mcdonalds, that’s what baby 4 wan’ eat, n-gga
he only want mcnuggets, count the duckies, then repeat, n-gga
i told a b-tch she can’t pull out her phone, this sh-t might leak, n-gga
ayy, pass me five hundred just like nate when i go speak, n-gga
you can’t get mad ’cause your b-tch with me, i let her drink, n-gga
the police hit this house, hid thirteen bricks under the sink, n-gga
you make me mad, i shoot this b-tch up quick, won’t even think, n-gga
give me ten million dollars ‘fore i put my name in ink, n-gga
it’s 4

- ceo trayle

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