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letra de ceo - taéfine$e

i’m a young ceo
you ain’t talkin money i don’t wanna hear
they don’t wanna see me go
but lately they act they don’t want me near

i drip in the drought i think that’s why they stare
i did what they doubted and that’s why they care
they screamin’ and shoutin’ my name over there
but they quiet and silent right when i appear

quit all that talkin you don’t want us walkin
we active you lackin we rockin and stompin

i got some heaters that’s thirsty to eat up the beef if we need ‘em the choppas is chompin

what is the move?
what is the route?
they speak on my name cuz they lookin for clout

what do you do?
what are you bout?
we making a move wit the scoop on yo house

people be actin in hopes of reactions
get hit on the day that you ain’t keepin straps
these n-ggas cap in they rap but when taéfine$$e hop on a track all he speakin is facts

none of that cap sh-t only that action type sh-t that you play when you goin’ to cap sh-t

we came outside, not to play but to blast sh-t
lookin for trouble and itchin for static

hit you wit semi trucks and automatics
we don’t give any f-cks we problematic

shine all the time i wear gold in the cold
& the border is bold, the font is holographic

you don’t want smoke, you do not want the magic
kick down the door for the easier access
f-ck up the process that sh-t will turn tragic
i’m stuck in the process of makin’ it happen

whenever i tend to get into my thoughts, i put beats on a box and i get to the rappin
weed in the pack i put heat on the track
when you bump taéfine$$e guarantee that it’s slappin

never be slippin i’m good wit the traction
clips like a movie i ain’t callin action
i got an eighth, put it all in a backwood
don’t think i’m playin’ just because i rap good
we get to sprayin’, we layin’ you down in the backwoods
i don’t know how to explain all my feelings to you, but i think that the strap could
i don’t like how all the neighbors is starin
so we gon lurk over in that hood
step to the man with the manners or imma throw hands witcho ass like yo dad would

i jus keep starin, i love what she wearin i don’t even care if her ass good
but shorty got cake that i really wanna take
and shorty got hips that i really wanna break
her kitty got lips that i really wanna taste
and please don’t take this the wrong way but i’m lovin’ the looks on her face
she pretty as h-ll, what else can i say?
i won’t even tell you what i wanna say

my actions speak louder than words
she throwin it backwards, i’m grippin her curves
i’m making em mad, i’m gettin on their nerves
we all gon get what we deserve
for me it might be gettin served
locked in a box, no bird
dropped on the block, no curb
i’m taking my chances to see what i earn

it’s hot in the pot, don’t stir it up
6 a clock on the dot, we gon burn it up
sh-t hot, sh-t knock, n-gga turn it up
kick rocks, spit glocks, n-ggas burn em up
you can turn my sh-t off if you heard enough
if you made it this far, you prolly learned some stuff
you might copy and paste, say you made it up
all those lyrics are waste, like who made it up?
never did what it takes, you jus made it up
don’t compare me to faces, i’m rare as f-ck
i done helped n-ggas out who ain’t shared a buck
when i’m up you get ducked, i ain’t sharin luck
i was stuck, you ain’t stick so ion give a f-ck
never had intentions of the switchin’ up
i should prolly mention when i’m rich as f-ck
imma split it with who helped me get it up

- taefinee

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