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letra de still gotta be - ceo trayle

[intro]
ayy
these n-ggas hated on me from the get-go (c4, c4, c4)

[verse 1]
uh, these n-ggas hated on me from the get-go
i used to trap at the citgo
askin’ these n-ggas why they keep on hatin’, ask why they grabbin’ my d-ck for
c4 spin off the block
yeah, that boy known, yeah, he known for lettin’ the gl!ck go
whip tinted, can’t let ’em see the guys
enter my mind, 4 got a whole d-mn enterprise
ayy, where we at, either slime or get slimed
that k got a grip, i think that made mе slimier
moncler coat, but i ain’t cold
walk up and put this b-tch on ’cause i’m zippin’ that tommy up
back thеn, they ain’t wanna fire me up
they kicked me out of school, teacher write me up
backdoor kicker, for sure, that’s my name and don’t wear that sh-t out
c4 or ceo trayle, whatever you hear your b-tch say
i know that’s who put you onto this sh-t
you know i gave her some time, but the time that i gave ’bout as long as my d-ck
i know you smokin’, but you ain’t really smokin’, your smoke ain’t as strong as this sh-t
we used to be lazy, lil’ boy wasn’t workin’, when sh-t would get hard, i would quit
but i keep that rod on me, n-gga, my rod ’bout as long as the rod in the room where you p-ss (the shower)
[?][1:03] won’t miss
grow some fins, you gon’ sleep with the fish
shots get to poppin’, i don’t know what happened, so don’t get to questioning me
i told her i love her, i don’t, i just post my new b-tch for my exes to see
uh, these n-ggas invested in me
don’t come around, b-tch, you ain’t taken with me
i go ‘head margiela the feet
put a switch on my glock, put his [?] (put a switch on the g-lock)
[chorus]
i don’t even know if you know me, i still ain’t gon’ speak
you want 4 to come chill, need a fee
ayy, posted up with that thirty clip every day, n-gga, i still need to be
ayy, yeah, i still need to be
i had to cut off these n-ggas, said f-ck ’em, they wasn’t even stealin’ from me
i’ma tell you exactly how 4 finna feel every time, that’s how real i’ma be
will the p-ssy be good enough for me to stay every day? baby, we gotta see

[verse 2]
i would roll up the ‘wood, [?]
feel like 50, might get me a hummer
on my back, got a stick in the summer
in the winter, my gl!cky’ll stop sh-t up, so call the plumber
i got gun and then i caught a case
i stared right in her face and still lie to your honor
four or five more of these perkys, i promise
i’m off the ten, not no thirties, i promise
nah, i’m lyin’
i popped a half of the thirty-bopper when i sat down
need check my back ’round these thurls
these b-tches call me like i’m some sort the chat line
you f-ck with 4, catch a flatline
pick up that check, put that back down
run, ricky, run, where you at now?
and when you see 4, it’s a blackout
and if you think my life is raw, p-ssy n-gga, it’s easier for you to back out
double doors 2020, this summer, the track’ out
in the ‘hawk with my b-tch, got her back out
told the b-tch i ain’t gon’ trick, i’ma cash out
that’s the reaper, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout cashout
and i don’t tolerate snitches, i wouldn’t give a f-ck he brought ten pints of act’ out
uh, f-ck the sh-t out my b-tch, pull her track out
i get in tune with this mic and just spazz out
she don’t wanna leave out the session, got b-tches to drag out
[chorus]
i don’t even know if you know me, i still ain’t gon’ speak
you want 4 to come chill, need a fee
ayy, posted up with that thirty clip every day, n-gga, i still need to be
ayy, yeah, i still need to be
i had to cut off these n-ggas, said f-ck ’em, they wasn’t even stealin’ from me
i’ma tell you exactly how 4 finna feel every time, that’s how real i’ma be
will the p-ssy be good enough for me to stay every day? baby, we gotta see

[verse 3]
me and z money still rollin’ [?], smokin’ [?]
back to back, got chopsticks like a drummer
know a b-tch like four weeks, her name donna
you know that they be believing in karma
you know c4 like the elephant sittin’ in the room
all the tension, cut that with katanas
c4 been [?]
and it been was your time, you just wasn’t bein’ honest, uh
but how you gon’ lie to a n-gga that ain’t lie to you?
if i just tell you the things that i do
i know you’ll look at me different, i become a stranger to you
and i been corrupted since i was a lil’ n-gga, baby, i’m danger to you
and i’m type the n-gga to go get some money and come back and straighten my dues
it’s gettin’ to the point of this sh-t, i can’t lose
it’s gettin’ to the point i gotta watch how i move
’cause they notice it’s me
.38 on me, c4 yb (yb)
oh, he actin’ bad in this b-tch, now he can’t leave
murder one suspects not lookin’ pleased
contract k!llers, but they whack ’em for free
then they come get the backend off me
ayy, i ain’t seen my b-tch, i been trappin’ all week
waitin’ for me to fall ’cause they trapped at my feet
b-tch, i ball ’cause i’m stuck in the street with these cleats
ayy, if three guys with me, then that’s four different heats
[chorus]
i don’t even know if you know me, i still ain’t gon’ speak
you want 4 to come chill, need the fee
ayy, posted up with that thirty clip every day, n-gga, i still need to be

- ceo trayle

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