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ceo trayle - 7 minutes كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(stribb on the beat)
yeah
i’m back in this b_tch again, i’m back in this b_tch again
i still got— uh, uh, i still got— for the ten
i still got— uh, yeah

[verse]
i still got two for the five, uh, still got three for the ten, uh
i still get four for the twenty, yeah, you get the seven for the bin
had to drop off my lil’ b_tch, yeah, i still got some corners to bend
yeah, i doubled the cup up again, uh, i doubled the money again
yeah, i just hit the lil’ b_tch again, uh, the b_tch wanna live in my skin, uh
know backdoor gon’ go for the win, uh_huh, i switched up the plates and the vin
uh, if you want smoke, n_gga, puff it, all you need to do, drop the pin
yeah, i don’t talk beef, i don’t discuss it, uh, i shoot out the back of the benz
uh, big 4 in the photo
hold on, lookin’ for n_ggas to roll on
double the cup and i pop oxycodone
b_tch, am i spendin’ the night? hold on
i’m tryna go get the check, put my bro on
get the racks, i might pose for a photo
with my dog like he motherf_ckin’ toto
i’m puttin’ belt to these n_ggas, i’m dolo
n_gga just kick this sh_t solo
in the court i was pleading the nolo
she in gucci, i’m rockin’ manolo
he an opp, he get smoked like a ‘rillo
n_ggas talkin’ to b_tches and pillows
malcolm x with the drac’ at the window
i was mixin’ that opp with the indo
baby drac’ and the clip is extendo
yeah, i let her blow on this sh_t like she tryna start the game of nintendo
yeah, my brother like reese and dewey, i’m out with the drac’ in the middle
they ain’t know i came straight out the ghetto
know i’m droppin’ the bag, n_gga, get low
had ’em takin’ you to the hospital
if that p_ssy dry, bet i won’t spit on it
and if i ain’t on no gangster sh_t, i’m with my brother and i know i bet he gon’ get on it
these n_ggas be droppin’ they money on n_ggas, then get on they ig and vent on it
off the top, ain’t no pad or no pen on it
tryna pull up to his block and we spin on it
got the juice, but i ain’t got no gin on it
d_mn, the hate be strong, have you lookin’ like what you did wrong?
but it’s really these n_ggas ain’t right
ayy, ayy, have qb throw the bomb and i’m gone
she said, “backdoor, can you f_ck me for long?
that’s what you said in that motherf_ckin’ song”
i’m in the trap with the scale and the ‘bow
i’m with my dog like a motherf_ckin’ bone
i got this motherf_ckin’ 9 and it’s black
i got this big old 4_5 and it’s chrome
and these n_ggas wan’ be like big back
i think these n_ggas my motherf_ckin’ clones
you know big back in the back of the ‘bach
b_a_c_h if you n_ggas didn’t know
i put my back to that motherf_ckin’ door
i put my foot through this b_tch and it’s on
n_gga defensin’, we playin’ a zone
mm, but don’t think i’ll let you get wrong
don’t think we tolerate no disrespect
don’t think we just rappin’ motherf_ckin’ songs
and don’t say sh_t you gon’ f_ckin’ regret
i’ll drop the bag, have your partner get on
the percocet 20 so motherf_ckin’ strong
i’ma be high for so motherf_ckin’ long

- ceo trayle

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