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letra de nola clap - ceo trayle

[intro]
(what’s happening chi chi?)
skrt, let’s go
yeah
big back door sh-t
(section 8 will straight cook a motherf-cker up)
back door, big old back door
yeah big back door n-gga

[verse 1]
i’m a firearm specialist
i was in the ghost like an exorcist
i was in her throat, she was catching it
long as i know it, every bankroll god blessing me
the block i’m from is treacherous, no exiting
wockhardt, medicine, aye, aye
percocet, b-tch know that she ain’t better than
stupid ass b-tch, you should’ve never left your man
bombing sh-t, afghanistan
gave that b-tch some money, she didn’t have no plan
i just want to make some [?]
n-gga wanna’ cap again
d-mn, r.i.p. to cap, n-gga wanna’ bap again
gta, i seen the map, thirty shots, i’m averaging
exotic weed packaging, i just wanna’ trap again
d-mn, i’m so motherf-cking rich now
earlier i was with this b-tch, i’m with another b-tch now
heavy audemars, can’t help but hold my wrist down
real shady, slimy, [?] you still tryna’ be my lady
b-tch you f-cking crazy
[chorus]
on the back block, that’s where we was posted at
got a 5.7, shoot that with no kickback
strapped up to my shoulders, my shoulders strapped
draco, thunderclap, that’s that nola clap

[verse 2]
boy you so f-cking bap, you know you bap
i just left up out the trap, dropped the cocaine [?]
once you gone no coming back
codeine make my soda flat
shooting at his feet, he do jumping jacks
uh, b-tch you think i want you, i don’t even want your ass
they say “trayle i ain’t gon’ front you, you ain’t coming back”
she said “babe i really want you” b-tch get f-cking back
707 n-gga, this a f-cking track
chop this sh-t down, c4 lumberjack
holdup n-gga, stop this sh-t now, n-gga run it back
big back door start talking now they tryna’ take it in
understanding everything i’m saying note-taking
my lil [?] he was faking
i’m tryna’ change that b-tch like she said she taken
take a trip, go to jamaica, blend in with jamaicans
b-tch suck the b-lls, d-ck on the daily, say i’m too persuasive
asking all these questions, n-gga is you an agent
i thought you was my buddy, knew you was hating
aye, baguettes on me they flooded
i still highspeed the bacon
might die from all these chains choking me, i’m suffocating
call when you at the gate then
[chorus]
on the back block, that’s where we was posted at
got a 5.7, shoot that with no kickback
strapped up to my shoulders, my shoulders strapped
draco, thunderclap, that’s that nola clap

- ceo trayle

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