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ceo trayle - designer socks lyrics
[intro]
(48hz)
48hz, forty_eight pounds
four hundred forty_eight, get ’em gone now (prezzley p.’ll get you popped, n_gga, get your ass popped, boy)
go, go (yeah)
ayy (ayy), ayy, ayy (for sure)
ayy, ayy, ayy (yeah)
yeah, yeah (go, go)
[verse]
cuffs in my pants, you see my designer socks
big boss c4, i come back and buy the block
always knew you could clean any situation long as you had a mop, ayy
high_speed on the cops, check a check in ’til i drop, uh
my fingers get to itchin’, uh
i still remember pitchin’
i didn’t have a mysp_ce, but i still had the b_tches
ain’t gon’ get no money with this rap sh_t, n_gga, you don’t know this business
gave the pack, he fumbled, takе him out, tore his achilles
i’m my guardian angel, a shark in thе tanker
we robbed him, he bankrupt, one day last year mid_april
4 got rap money, i’m no longer robbin’, n_ggas should be thankful
uh, catch me kickin’ it with pharmacists and street bankers
got them n_ggas up off your brother ass, but he thanked us
n_ggas don’t really wanna go outside with me, he dangerous
adderall, percocets sneakin’ up on me
and i can’t let none of my n_ggas be my opponents
we all gon’ get the chonies
backdoor kicker, oh, for surely
glock 19 in my left hand while i’m recording
ask him how he know about me, ’cause his b_tch adore me
uh, i don’t want your b_tch, lil’ bro, she can’t do nothin’ for me
every b_tch come with p_ssy, i need some more cheese
n_gga, we rollin’ big bumbles, we need some more trees
n_gga heard my music, stuck like crack, big c4 morphine
and she ain’t suck my d_ck, she jawed the team
n_gga get money, got more to bring
b_tch keep droppin’ hints, tryna make me get some sort of ring
now i pull a trackhawk on that block where i used to be loitering
twenty_seven carats in my wrist, call bugs bunny
but them ain’t all my carats, three more in my ring
i don’t know where you been, but gettin’ this money, that’s sorta our thing
paperboy charlie, game f_cked up, f_ckboy tryna join our team
z money ski still ski, you get thirty shots, these still free
bangin’ on pots, i was young, like three
came from sh_t, i’m free, watched my son turn three
ayy, and i don’t got a drink for a b_tch, but we s_x on the beach
big 4 wearin’ these prada sandals, i keep gettin’ sand on my feet
do my dirt all by myself ’cause they might take the stand on me
percocet got me itchin’, adderall got me focusing (go)
i take my b_tch to the spot, vitamin d
old family friends hate this, they don’t even like her with me
pullin’ up to granny spot, i’m keepin’ my pipe on the seat
n_gga, my hood a dark zone, no lights on the street
ayy, a hundred shots’ll make the whole block hot like texas pete
the first thing that b_tch do is look at my wrist, then look at my feet
hey, i’m just now wakin’ these f_ck n_ggas up, a lot of you n_ggas been sleep
ayy, i can’t go wrong with prezzley p. on my beat, go
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