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ceo trayle – i don’t hate you كلمات اغاني

[verse]
hey, i almost had a breakthrough
might shake it off, gotta shake you
look at this sh_t like a loss and i hate you
but b_tch, i’m the boss, i just take two
i almost had a breakthrough
yeah, but b_tch, i’ma shake you
like you broke my heart, b_tch, i’ma break you
comin’ up, was my plan not to jade you
told myself i’d be talkin’ to jésus
s_xy b_tch and her eyes a lil’ hazel
and i’m jaded, i can’t wait to jade you
all this money and power what made you
i’ma bring all of my n_ggas on stage too
hit that b_tch out the park, c4 babe ruth
all this paper i’m gettin’ ain’t change me
but i see it, i noticed it changed you
and this b_tch wanna give me her p_ssy
but i told the b_tch just bring the brain through
shoot the stick, i don’t need me no aim too
know that you hate me, b_tch, i don’t blame you
come over with the big boss, i’ma train you
commit a few murders, i frame you
make sure that b_tch get the picture, then frame it
a lion they sent to the jungle, i tamed it
1080, you know that’s the angle
maybach curtain, get the angles
n_gga might hop in the vert, blow the brain loose
smoked a thoink and i talked to my angels
popped a perc’, then i f_cked for some hours
you can’t go out, get no money, you coward
broke n_ggas ’round me, i won’t allow it
mojo back like austin powers
n_gga know i got super powers
n_gga, my troops devour
ayy, n_gga, if you need proof, how ’bout it?
n_gga want smoke, my smoke the loudest
know i’m makin’ it rain, i popped a cloudy
swimmin’ with sharks around me
i just spilled a three_hundred_dollar cup
we see the opps, we sparkin’ them up
know f_ck n_ggas, they talkin’ ’em up
when she walk, i just look at the b_tt
i never needed n_ggas like they a crutch
fill up the ‘wood and i dump out the guts
go home, jump in her guts
i’m gon’ double my dutch
c4 always comin’ in clutch
i’m rich, but i come from the ‘jects
you don’t want no animosity, plex’
i’m the big boss, i’m one step on they neck
1080, throw up the set
go cash a check
this n_gga valid, i still gotta check
do it for reckless, long live reck
ayy, you’ll die ’bout my respect
ayy, c4 aretha franklin my tec
ayy, make sure you bet the house on me every time
put the tape in the deck
don’t worry, big c4 gon’ straighten their necks
you know our relationship kinda complex
but i’ma always be there (for sure)
you know if you need me, just call
i got the cake, come and eat it, i ball
they say that i’m gettin’ greedy, but where was they at them nights i wasn’t eatin’?
ayy, king cobra, slitherin’, schemin’
don’t be bold, then go shop at neimans
(don’t stone cold steve austin, breathe in
make me go wake up them demons)
caught you lackin’, better be glad you breathin’
them n_ggas took everything except your life, them f_ckin’ heathens
seen my brother at his funeral, i didn’t wanna see it
seen my cousin at his funeral, i didn’t wanna see it
i give up all this pape’, bring triple back, i f_ckin’ mean it
until then, i’m f_ckin’ dreamin’
(ayy, bad_ass b_tch with me, her job is suckin’ s_m_n)
ayy, ayy, double my cup, i’m leanin’
any n_gga screamin’, “what’s up?” i’m beatin’
drop that check and it’s up, i’m leavin’
yeah, and my socks usually double_g’s
told val and corey we uppin’ the fee
professional lawyer, i ain’t coppin’ no pleas
louis vuitton sweatshirt my sleeves
know he the bomb, popped a perc’, then speed
can’t see his face, it’s up under that ski
this sh_t a race, big c4 in the lead
ballin’ so hard, i should go to the league
ayy, i’m smokin’ too much, my fatigue
ayy, i’ma grip on the b_tt when i leave
ayy, i’ma play in the cut like a band_aid
don’t believe in most of it, this man_made
big c4, ceo got a fanbase
one wrong move, i caught a d_mn case
smooth criminal, makin’ my getaway
no subliminals, say what i gotta say
truckload came in christmas day
he only f_ckin’ that b_tch ’cause he need somewhere to stay
c4 don’t play, ayy, man, the ‘jects called for mayday
ayy, man, you gotta pop off, don’t wait
them amiri knockoff, no skate
chicago like my second home
n_gga, i’m somethin’ like gucci clone
i ain’t tryna take no hoochie home
c4 run it like al capone
i’m tryna collect my sh_t real fast after i give out the loan
i ain’t even have to go to no class to get a lot of dough
uh, it’s 4

- ceo trayle

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