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ceo trayle - cookin' in here كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(stribb on the beat)
uh, skrrt
skrrt

[verse]
b_tch, get the f_ck up out my kitchen, i was cookin’ in here
yeah, yeah, put the b_tch out, i’m serious
he can’t hear us, so we choppin’ off the ears
cash money, baller blockin’, b_tch, for years
fast money, get the slow money too (yeah)
f_ck a b_tch, look at what that money do
n_gga, don’t get one million, get two, ayy
black out the windows too
nintendo switch on the back of that tool (yeah)
i done found a glitch, now let’s go get the loot
1080 the army, but we don’t recruit
big cuz used to give me his shoes
now i’m buyin’ pointers for me and lil’ cuz
i used to work that corner at first
i’m the ceo now, that’s what it was
i been workin’ the longest
f_ck the recognition, i’m still hungry (uh)
sendin’ blitzes while i’m doin’ laundry
stay away from the b_tch like it’s quarantine
yeah, money counter, phone ring
i was doin’ this for the whole team
started off with sh_t and that one dream
i just knew i was gon’ be somethin’
she tryna offer me a threesome
said they diss on the 4, don’t believe them
and i took off the thirty clip and put the drum
if you don’t think we comin’, b_tch, here we bome
and the road was rocky at first
bae, put the glock in your purse
how they gon’ catch me if they not stoppin’ me first?
push the pedal, my foot to the dirt
i deserve me a medal for how i be goin’ berserk
when i’m behind the wheel, if you won’t, then i will
switch the seats and put that b_tch in drive and i peel
and i bet they gon’ know who the driver is
door, baby, you can say backdoor
you can say 4, c4, or big 4
you can say mr. tripper, big tripper for sure
big triple my ear, up it, triple the score
but they say i be trippin’, my temper
and my fingers start itchin’, they crazy, mental
but no, b_tch, i been official, them bullets come kiss you
and they stickin’ they tongue all down your throat
white b_tch told me she wanna do coke
black b_tch told she wanna just smoke
label keep sayin’ i need to promote
and these b_tches say they need to see me some more
and my son say he want the mcdonald’s delivered
i love him, i swear, that’s my spoiled lil’ n_gga
had to run up the money ’cause, boy, he gettin’ bigger
i was up in the studio workin’ off jiggas
[outro]
door, baby, you can say backdoor
you can say 4, c4, or big 4
you can say mr. tripper, big tripper for sure
big triple my ear, up it, triple the score
but they say i be trippin’, my temper
and my fingers start itchin’, they crazy, mental
but no, b_tch, i been official, them bullets come kiss you
and they stickin’ they tongue all down your throat

- ceo trayle

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