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letra de warning - ceo trayle

[intro]
(stribb on the beat)
ayy, yeah

[verse]
big ol’ backdoor, he only come out winter
still count that up, get splinters
big b truck, can’t get us
big bb, get the f-ck out the way (mike mixer is in the building)
and the shooters, the trappers, the robbers
and all the door kickers, they do what i say
you know what they say
pop you a percocet, double the cups, keep the doctor away
he got hit with a stray
from the cradle, take this sh-t to the grave
count the paper ’til i’m old and i’m gray
first i f-cked her, now she callin’ me bae
and you get ran over, you in my way
in the range rover svr with a k
got a hangover, i was drinkin’ all day
hop off the balcony, i hang over
swear i hate being sober
b-tch, don’t get in the way of this chocha
soon as i give the okay, they gon’ ghost ya
too much imposters, him and his chauffeur
i just start shootin’, i’m gettin’ in close-ups
in the paint, but i ain’t do a post-up
1080 just like rockefeller, oh, no, no, not the label, the man
why he hop out the car with the k in his hand?
never signed, i didn’t take no advance
finna go hit the road and come back with the bands
it was water, the shady the pieces that dance
i done warned ’em i’m comin’ back for revenge
put his life and his fate in my hands
gettin’ in, gettin’ out, you successful
the b-tch just wore me out, we wrestled
i don’t give a f-ck how it fold like a pretzel, i still need my bread
and later on this evening, turn grim reap again
black on black trackhawk, it’s speedin’ in
ain’t got no reasoning
third time f-ckin’ up tires
big back block, see that in my eyes
had to come tell the b-tch i’m the prize
it was bros over hoes, put the money ‘fore all of the guys
the house been haunted ever since he arrived
i serve all xannies, take ones and fives
house got a big gate, i’m not plies
b-tch left me, said i had too many tries (yeah)
but i couldn’t give a f-ck ’bout the b-tch
count the money, my hands start to itch
stuff her nose with the coke and the fent’
n-ggas rerockin’ the block with the hit
f-ck the police, they ain’t stoppin’ this sh-t
what’s the difference between a lil’ cop and a b-tch?
looked at him like he was g-y when he said he got thirty shots c-cked in the d-ck
extensions, but we still call ’em ‘stendos
bad lil’ b-tch, i was ballin’ like jim jones
she gon’ drive all the bricks to the end zone
call that b-tch, tell that b-tch bring the kids home
junior singin’ this sh-t like a kids song
i was high as a f-ck, how i get on?
first i f-cked, then jumped back in the friendzone, backdoor

- ceo trayle

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