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letra de top 3 - ceo trayle

[intro]
(gmoney)
yeah
four door
ayy

[chorus]
fifty thousand on his top piece
don’t talk to me ’bout no get-back, n-gga, i k!ll who shot me
ayy, ayy, don’t talk to me ’bout no top five, say four in top three
ayy, that glock don’t ever jam, i x my 43

[verse]
i do it myself, i don’t need no other n-gga recordin’ me
the b-tch can’t buy me a ap, that b-tch can’t afford me, mm
i tried to call that b-tch, stupid-ass b-tch, she forward me
ayy, ballin’ all first half, we just in quarter three
n-gga went to jail and found me, he dropped me a quarter ki’
said he like me, i didn’t talk and these n-ggas talk way more than me
let bruh slide ’cause it was forty-one, it’s supposed to be forty-three
that n-gga said he got some smoke for me, then we goin’ to see
ain’t n0body had kicked no doors for me, n-gga, you know it’s me
you ain’t up that durin’ that robbery, can’t away from me
on that— uh
stop these n-ggas, i’ll pat and frisk n-ggas
winter time when i come out, it’s time to work my wrist, n-gga
son understand the sh-t i’m sayin’, watch him get bigger
n-gga know i’m not no d-mn forgiver and not no forgetter
halloween, n-gga, i’ma be turnt up all the way to december
mr., uh, shoot that motherf-cker, arm, leg out the window
see me, try to go back on all that sh-t you said, remember? (yeah)
b-a-c-k door, that’s just how i’m gon’ play it, n-gga
see a p-ssy n-gga, slap a p-ssy-ass n-gga
i don’t like that n-gga music, that sh-t trash, n-gga
record another song and give it to the trash, n-gga (yeah)
if you f-ck up that bag, i give you, that’s your ass, n-gga
told that b-tch i ain’t nothin’ like your last n-gga
old b-tch bringin’ up old sh-t, left it in the past with her (yeah)
b-tch say that d-ck so good, she d-mn near break my windows
steak and hibachi, n-gga came from chicken dinners
can’t tell who real and who ain’t, n-ggas be pretenders (yeah)
n-gga come down they block trippin’, get put in a blender (yeah)
baby say she soul searchin’, i’m a born sinner (yeah)
bring them glocks right to the show, i perform with ’em (yeah)
sh-t get deeper than you know, you ain’t goin’ in there
baby four, he throw the fours, he a born member
[chorus]
fifty thousand on his top piece
don’t talk to me ’bout no get-back, n-gga, i k!ll who shot me
ayy, ayy, don’t talk to me ’bout no top five, say four in top three
ayy, that glock don’t ever jam, i x my 43

[outro]
fifty thousand on his top piece

- ceo trayle

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