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letra de mathematician/blackout - ceo trayle

[part i: “mathematician”]

[intro]
(stribb on the beat)
ayy
skrrt
yeah
go
go
ayy, yeah
[chorus]
the car doesn’t have an ignition, uh
the broads in the passenger kissin’, ayy
the frauds in the back and they wishin’
the glock got the opps and it’s switchin’
it’s supposed to pop at the opp and the witness
you are watchin’ a mathematician
we just broke down the slabs in the kitchen
told lil’ bro don’t go back on a mission

[verse]
took a gold one and wrapped up the jimmy
i just broke up her back in some minutes
if you broke, don’t come back, ’cause you finished
if you tote, don’t come back, ’cause we k!llin’
they say big ol’ backdoor, he a villain
it was scars on my back and they itchin’
we don’t call it a ‘cat, it’s a kitten
i’m not arguin’ back with these b-tches
i won’t talk ’bout no rats and no snitches
you know big ol’ back back in his business
when i seen him, he turned back to christian
once he gone, can’t come back for that dissin’
just like nolimit wet, i’ma drench ’em
take her soul, give it back, i’ma pimp her
you know percocets f-ck with my mental
and the score gon’ be up when we enter
ayy, they just stole a new rental
you would think he had 4pf in him
they like, “father, forgive us, the sinners”
and i took his lil’ b-tch out to dinner
dolly white, i would give you my liver
really runnin’ sh-t, princ-p-l skinner
we got a hundred-some guns in the sprinter
chopper go dun-dun-dun-dun and eat dinner
[chorus]
the car doesn’t have an ignition, uh
the broads in the passenger kissin’, ayy
the frauds in the back and they wishin’
the glock got the opps and it’s switchin’
it’s supposed to pop at the opp and the witness
you are watchin’ a mathematician
we just broke down the slabs in the kitchen
told lil’ bro don’t go back on a mission

[outro]
(stribb on the beat)

[part ii: “blackout”]

[intro]
(kaelan, you’re crazy)

[chorus]
i had to make sure the door get opened
hit the top of the charts in the traphouse
when these perkys get popped, then he black out
get the top, kick her out, she got bad mouth
they say, “i hate c4,” so they mad now
they say they hate the ceo too
ayy, is they hatin’ on mr. 4 too?
ayy, they must not like it when backdoor come through
it’s not one hundred k in the mattress, it’s two
[verse]
my hands gettin’ dirty and bl–dy, i’m workin’
you know they perpetrating, betrayin’ the purpose
you know i could’ve shot him, but it wasn’t worth it
found big backdoor wave surfin’
ayy, wrapped up the head with a turban
then we wrapped up the head like a turban
how the f-ck you don’t got no pape’? it’s disturbin’
’22 caddy truck, this not excursion
ayy, ayy, excuse me?
yeah, why you say that you love me? you use me
you don’t do nothin’ but beat and abuse me
say you love me and leave me, confuse me
off the top, said she was gon’ choose me
all the feelings sh-t deep in the music
they told me ’bout the sweep, i’ma lose it
say you dig this sh-t deep, n-gga, prove it
and my neighborhood karen and susan
p-ss in boots on that list if he choosin’
he didn’t want it, he makin’ excuses
you ain’t part of this sh-t, then you useless
drinkin’ twenty-five cent on the juices
bank account look like fifty rasputias
f-ck a b-tch like taraji, i’m lucious
don’t go live, let it leak, it’s exclusive

- ceo trayle

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