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letra de poppin shit - ceo trayle

poppin sh-t lyrics
[intro]
uh, yeah
uh
here come junky johnny, ask him what he tryna get (his name is kino beats)
i sent lil’ imani, you know he think with his d-ck (trauma tone)

[chorus]
i been poppin’ sh-t and my glock, i pop it
b-tch exotic, white like dolly
we go scotty, be-vo-latti
get more head, then he got body
she got more bread than she got body
high speeding through the projects
big backdoor finna grow exotics
when you see the opps, up score, don’t stop it

[verse]
yeah, we breaking bread at the table
b-tch, i’m the head of the label
f-ck on a b-tch evеry weekend, she might call me abеl
she tryna get married, i said i’m disabled
what do you bring to the table?
b-tch, i’m the whole f-ckin’ table
i’m the chairs and the plates and the ankles
triple crossed and i broke a b-tch ankles
photographer catchin’ my angles
told my b-tch my back be hurtin’, it dangle
don’t let the money come change you
money be bringin’ out feelings
they try to come back and they act like it ain’t true
they got you on camera and you tryna sit here and act like it ain’t you
b-tch say, “why everybody wanna date you?”
i want you to suck it, but i need my sp-ce too
ina sp-ce coupe and it’s bulletproof, you try to shoot at it
from the law, i’ma run, i’m a fugitive
try take my chain, they’ll be reading his eulogy
got a gun and it came with a cooling kit
gotta cool this b-tch down when i’m shooting it
day going good, b-tch might ruin it
they say my flow gettin’ nasty like sewerage
and i can’t stop ’til i’m super rich
don’t open that door, i don’t give a f-ck who it is
yeah, uh, say you gon’ shoot, then do it then
mr. backdoor, he the hooligan
walk in the spot, they be like, “d-mn, not you again”
is you smoking the drugs or you moving it?
a supplier or you the one doing it?
i won’t come if i can’t get the brew in it
i don’t want no b-tch that want no tea, uh, my b-tch want m’s
we can make a s-x tape just like ray j, kim
b-tch don’t go, i’m blem
percocet drop, then my flow start trim
somethin’ to put the goyard in
say you a ho if they pull your ho card again
i don’t wanna see no yard again
[chorus]
i been poppin’ sh-t and my glock, i pop it
b-tch exotic, white like dolly
we go scotty, be-vo-latti
get more head, then he got body
she got more bread than she got body
high speeding through the projects
big backdoor finna grow exotics
when you see the opps, up score, don’t stop it

- ceo trayle

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