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ceo trayle - throwing fits كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(stribb on the beat)
uh, uh, yeah
if my jit throwin’ fits
yeah
yeah

[verse]
if my jit throwin’ fits, his daddy, he fresh as f_ck on a b_tch, uh
naw, i ain’t really want this b_tch, she was just suckin’ this d_ck, ayy
naw, kick the b_tch out this vip, this b_tch think she the sh_t, ayy
he goin’ broke and he tryna keep up, if i’m ceo, what you signin’ me for?
baby 4, watch him go in and out of the door
i reminisce of me standin’ in the trap, they bang and knock on the door
yeah, blew a kiss at my lil’ wh0re, uh
she caught it and rolled down her titties for sure
they were waiting on me to come kick in the door
i f_cked the b_tch like i ain’t f_cked her before, uh
‘member we slept on floors
remember he had crept in on the side of the house
and i was in front waitin’ on them to come out
b_tch, you better get my food right the first time or my b_tch cussin’ you out
n_ggas was dyin’, we the ones doin’ the k!llin’, we the ones uppin’ the count
and before i’m done, i’m stackin’ this sh_t to the ceiling, the f_ck is you talkin’ about, shorty?
chop on the back of the couch, i got a 40
b_tch hold my hand when i walk ’round the house
that n_gga a man? all he showed you was mouth
when sh_t hit the fan, who gon’ really be down?
all these b_tches, they say they remember me now
b_tch think i’m eatin’ that p_ssy
tell the b_tch backdoor, he don’t eat out
you don’t wanna kiss me, baby
right before i left the house, my b_tch spit in my mouth
you know the rent need payment
if you ain’t havin’ that paper, they kickin’ you out
d_mn, when sh_t get shaky i won’t let none of these f_ck n_ggas break me
that n_gga died, he came in tryna take me
i was listenin’ to gucci and rock, yeah, that sh_t kinda shaped me
i was with metro right ‘fore he had popped, n_gga, that sh_t inspiration, uh
talk to these folks for some hundreds of millions or trap out the vacant
really, i don’t give a f_ck, this sh_t all ’bout the money ’cause this sh_t over here shaky
yeah, f_ck n_gga talkin’ to 12, f_ck n_gga smellin’ like bacon
yeah, i ain’t never stole nothin’ from no n_gga, looked in they eyes and i take it
uh, he waitin’ on 4 to fall off, he in disguise and he waitin’
these b_tches makin’ me sick like a patient, move all this money, now that’s a migration
this b_tch p_ssy too good, but she do voodoo, you know this b_tch haitian
play with backdoor, when i up it, he poof, i’m tryna go gamble in vegas, yeah
i’m with the robbers, the dealers, the 304s and the trappers and takers
i’m with the strippers and i’m with the b_tches with bottles in front of they faces
this b_tch tryna get balenciaga, b_tch better order some asics, yeah
crossin’ the t’s, dottin’ the i’s, fillin’ up all of them sp_ces
i double cup when i drop my lil’ boy off to school, now that sh_t is outrageous, yeah
i write a book on this sh_t, naw, for real, you gotta flip through the pages

- ceo trayle

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