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letra de my direction - ceo trayle

[intro: ceo trayle]
(stribb on the beat)
ayy, ayy, i’m flexin’
(ayy, ayy, i’m flexin’)
b-tch don’t even look in my direction, i’m flexin’
(ayy, don, this beat dumb)
ayy, ayy, i’m, uh, uh

[chorus: ceo trayle]
b-tch don’t even look in my direction, i’m flexin’
was gon’ eat the p-ssy, but she failed the inspection
i just get the face, send her straight to collection
tryna be my bae, told the b-tch i’m a blessing, i might bless her
ayy, two hundred shots, i sit him on a stretcher
you tryna compare yourself to c4, but don’t measure
boy, don’t even play yourself, b-tch, you know you played out

[verse 1: ceo trayle]
might just hit the block with a bomb ’cause the j’s out
ayy, it was only me and paper when i came out
c4, he be rappin’, i don’t be havin’ nothin’ to sing ’bout
ayy, i knew that n-gga was terrified, he ain’t have his chain out
i was block workin’, uh, b-tch, i whip arms
used to flip ‘bows, uh, now i flip songs
you must think that i don’t get no b-tches ’cause my lip long
i’m turnin’ down these b-tches with the stiffarm
tell my mama pray for me, all my brothers gotta eat
ayy, ayy, drop the lo’, he was scared, couldn’t find the street
told the b-tch that these diors, these ain’t jordan 3s
ayy, her mediocre baby daddy ain’t affordin’ these
you can’t snitch on n-ggas, you might live next door to thieves
if you love me better, baby, you mean more to me
hundred points a game if c4 shootin’ from the three
ayy, i cross the b-tch, go up, i feel like ai
sometimes, i’m confused who to lay by
and every day, i’m with them dudes that don’t play ’bout it
paid all my dues, can’t complain now
[chorus: ceo trayle]
b-tch don’t even look in my direction, i’m flexin’
was gon’ eat the p-ssy, but she failed the inspection
i just get the face, send her straight to collection
tryna be my bae, told the b-tch i’m a blessing, i might bless her
ayy, two hundred shots, i sit him on a stretcher
you tryna compare yourself to c4, but don’t measure
boy, don’t even play yourself, b-tch, you know you played out

[verse 2: johnny cinco]
jeff, i made a way out
i took risks and all these chances
how the h-ll his diamonds dancing?
i was in the trap, i’m surrounded by these pots and pans
i got all these hundreds, i done turned my b-tch into a fancy
trackhawk take off like a banshee, how the h-ll they catch that boy?
12 wanna rat that boy, c4, he a fetty boy
cinco he a fetty boy, paper say he ready, boy
ain’t no limit like a tank, snuck a million in the bank
safe deposit full of packs, i’m the captain, i got rank
think i can, they think i can’t
i’ma do it, think i ain’t
run the world, they think i ain’t
new ap, i think i ain’t
overcame, i knew i would
hundreds on me, know it’s good, yeah
[chorus: ceo trayle]
b-tch don’t even look in my direction, i’m flexin’
was gon’ eat the p-ssy, but she failed the inspection
i just get the face, send her straight to collection
tryna be my bae, told the b-tch i’m a blessing, i might bless her

- ceo trayle

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