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letra de sick of me 2 - ceo trayle

[intro]
(icey, i’m so sick of you)
yeah
go

[verse]
yeah, icey, they sick of me too
went to sleep high off percs and the shrooms
she was talkin’, got kicked out the room
run up on big back b, i’ma screw
miss the reaper, can’t go to the tombs
it’s expensive to get her, you lose
she was tryna suck my d-ck to the grooves
’cause she know i’m not playin’ for poons
backdoor, no stoppin’ me
on a high-speed, i don’t see ’em chargin’ me
conversate with this b-tch, rock misogyny
didn’t say nothin’, she went straight to massagin’ me
i’m not petty, put “grand” with the “larceny”
with her n-gga, but she never far from me
she was cryin’ ’bout givin’ her heart to me
but this b-tch wasn’t playin’ no part to me
and the d-ck got her crazy and stalkin’ me
and her boyfriend be sayin’ he chalkin’ me
get beat up, call my phone with the arguin’
my name bennett, not in it, stop callin’ me
i had jumped out the water, the shark in me
i’m the captain, lil’ b-tch, that’s the stark in me
bend the corner, maybach, ain’t no parkin’ me
i hopped out with that sh-t, now they target me
opp get k!lled in the parking lot
uh, .223 make him walk it out
it ain’t sh-t for us to talk about
b-tch, is you tryna go dior or not?
debating on if i’m going to court or not
yeah, my shooter had grew out the wicks like he from florida now
she suckin’ d-ck, it was borderline
these b-tches come ‘cross the border now
took his chain and they wore it ’round
rest in peace to the bricks ’cause they tore it down
chopped his body to pieces, it wasn’t found
keep my piece just like reese’s, it was around
they know me just for kickin’ the doors down
drop the pack, ain’t hide sh-t, this from georgetown
you might catch me high-speedin’ in your town
want the top, why she pullin’ her drawers down?
say he arrogant and conceited
once you master this sh-t, then it’s easy
uh, i come back to this b-tch and repeat it
one of the g.o.a.t.s or the greatest, i see it
you don’t know, then i make ’em believe it
shot that boy, tossed the pipe, not to leave it
i was drivin’ the car with no keys in
they say that boy was the murder one suspect
i’m like how did you know me even?
sent thirty shots to that boy, he didn’t dump back
hit the ‘net, now he talkin’ ’bout “get even”
i don’t send no condolences, what’s that?
pay the plug for my package, he rush that
boy, they say i’m the usual suspect
and the stove was too hot, but i touched that
she just got that ass done, but i touched that
that b-tch said that it hurt and she punched back
put that boy in the dirt if he want that
i was shootin’ like dirk and i run back
ceo, mr. backdoor, f-ck that
call me trayle, i shoot first, i don’t bust back
throw that p-ssy too fast, i don’t trust that
put my feet on the gas, i ain’t come back
b-tch
[outro]
(icey, i’m so sick of you)

- ceo trayle

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