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letra de spare me - ceo trayle

[intro]
(wes rudynvoski)
go, go, uh, 4
go, go, uh, uh 4
backdoor, backdoor, backdoor

[verse]
popped a p and kept it pushin’, thought they wasn’t lookin’ (ayy, yeah)
drove that double-r like a nascar, p-ssy (yeah, yeah)
this b-tch thought i wanted to smash her p-ssy (ayy)
i just want this b-tch to count this cash up, p-ssy (yeah, yeah)
if you gon’ k!ll him, lift yo’ mask up, p-ssy (yeah)
if you so player, you don’t ask for her p-ssy
got a pent house to take the b-tch, don’t f-ck in cars, p-ssy
but if she wanna f-ck, make sure it’s double-r’s, p-ssy (sound)
say i’m livin’ large, p-ssy
i’m gettin’ money, i don’t have to ‘flage, p-ssy
n-gga, you super p-ssy
took yo’ b-tch and, n-gga, i f-cked her, so i know you p-ssy
gave her back, n-gga, i didn’t cuff her, you can have that p-ssy
i just bought that p-ssy a couple bags
i just bought that p-ssy a couple flights from here and back
i just bought that p-ssy tom ford heels, she lookin’ bad
bought that p-ssy, i paid for her ’cause i got a sack
once i f-ck that p-ssy, b-tch, i’m gone, no lookin’ back
unless you can cook, i’m back
food good, i’m back, would you look at that? (uh)
ghost, pull up to the streets, what you lookin’ at? (uh)
kids playin’ bingo with the car, i’m lookin’ back (uh)
know these p-ssy n-ggas hatin’ and i’m seein’ that
say the trap music dead, i’ma bring it back
say the label payin’ for this sh-t, i’ma swing the tab
step-back, uppercut, then swing the jab
my lil’ b-tch a muslim, came to me in her hijab
in new york, you want somethin’ from me, b-tch, i’m posted on the f-ckin’ ave
i got birdies and i’ll make them take a f-ckin’ bath, then it’s, “bye-bye birdie”
he got money, then i let him have
count this paper ’til my motherf-ckin’ fingers scab
when i first started trappin’, started with a half
‘member when they first started bappin’, you don’t know the half (yeah, yeah)
if they find out what i’m cookin’, i’ma blow the lab
backdoor’s laboratory, throwin’ fours is necessary
new trap house, it got three stories
glock, but no conceal to carry
drop the tape, then chance the months, it’s halloween in february
cartier still screamin’, “wear me”
i k!ll the bear and eat the bear meat
b-tch needed some pape’, sob story spare me
b-tch, cry me a river (wes rudynvoski), i’ll give you ten thousand, tell me
what’s yo’ favorite song of mine?
found the gold, then blowed the mine
popped a perc’, then blowed her mind
babies in her mouth, none those are mine

- ceo trayle

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