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letra de weigh in - ceo trayle

weigh in lyrics
[intro]
(baby tsunami, the youngest in charge)
ayy

[verse]
rollercoaster motion, b-tch show me devotion
percocet up the dosage, both my pockets swollen
two brothers, they still jocin’, i got wockhardt with the potion
i was too busy gucci loafin’, two lil’ b-tches, they super soakin’
this sh-t deeper than the ocean and long live my lil’ brodie
yeah, i’ma drive that like i stole it, get the bag, c4, i know it
they just keep callin’ me a poet, ayy, got one more chance, don’t blow it
at the bank just like i’m lloyd, in the tank, no limit boys
n-ggas gettin’ mad they ain’t gettin’ no monеy, ain’t makin’ no noise
take the roof off, i prеss that b-tton, i ain’t even got no choice
got a main b-tch, i don’t do chores, i’ma get mine, hope you get yours
big backdoor kick too many doors, n-gga, like a shark walk, step on shore
i’m the same way rich or poor, used to hang, but not no more
i don’t understand what n-ggas wanna hate me for, i ain’t been nothin’ but loyal
know a lil’ b-tch just flew out to la to f-ck me and she brought all her toys
i asked a b-tch can i skeet on her face and she told me, “baby, the world is yours”
i hate a hatin’-ass n-gga, get no straightenin’-ass n-gga
left my ex because my new b-tch lil’ thicker
label dropped a check, i’m gon’ get wockhardt, not no liquor
percocet, these like skittles, x him out, he in the middle
hearin’ beats in my head since a baby, told that b-tch, “come over here, baby”
come get rich with me and 1080, can’t forget ’bout the slimy and shady
i’m not workin’ for free, n-gga, pay me
i just saw the lil’ b-tch that i painted
like a frost in the jungle, no jamie
it ain’t nothin’ but a lil’ bit of straightenin’
tell the label i’m waitin’ on a payment
i’m not talkin’ no more, make a statement
ayy, i’ma walk on this sh-t, so don’t change it
kerosene c4, i flamed it
broke-ass b-tch, who is you blamin’
n-gga pulled off, i was wavin’
lil’ b-tch pulled up, i was waitin’
mr. backdoor, call me satan
ayy, and we gon’ go all the way in
still got bricks that i gotta weigh in
backdoor kickin’, i found a way in
i send a b-tch to the days inn
too busy workin’, i’m slavin’
i popped a perc’ and the same again

- ceo trayle

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