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lemon drop twat - ceo trayle & kai ca$h lyrics

[verse 1: kai ca$h]
yeah, see the crown gettin’ heavy, i’m just waitin’ to get my braids done
better watch my step, i hit that hesi’, n*gga, game done
i ain’t with no extras, don’t do messy, rather clean it up
and if rap don’t work, i’m bustin’ chevy’s, i’m gon’ take somethin’
don’t over think, just use your head or let your brain wonder
n*ggas see you gettin’ money and say you changed on ’em
rain on your parade in the blazing summer
thought i’d stay the same while my pape’ got longer
i go whips and chains like a slave runnin’
goin’ article, my hearticle, thesе n*ggas don’t understand
stand tall on every play i makе, no audibles for that
she throat me ’til her tonsils tear, i talk her through it, player
these b*tches like my prostitutes, my profits pay her nails
this money come, i dance like i’m yung bbq, for real
go clicquot bottle, cheers, on ice i like it chilled
you know to take more risk, you play it safe, you can’t prevail
spend time in calabasas, b*tches trashier in the hills
don’t burn no bridges unless you came with gils or navy seals
n*gga, scream, “free max,” i’m wavy still, i keep receipts for paper trails
these n*ggas burnt, got that fried bacon smell, we breakin’ scales
go and eat, my plate is filled, try and grab a seat, no way in h*ll, n*gga

[verse 2: ceo trayle]
ayy, that package came, i’m back to breakin’ scales
told baby trayle, “don’t watch what i do, baby boy, do better” and he will
l don’t think they was in that field, for real, cold brush from the steel (ayy)
that b*tch was my crush for years, nut on her face, went to her ears
we was makin’ plates for n*ggas that’s tryna eat, you can come eat over here (yeah)
they was callin’ me baby face, four, i don’t even got the beard (yeah)
my brother just took eight years (uh)
i told him to take it, ifthey knew what, we did way more severe
i’m runnin’ the bases, i’m on my way home, now they wanna cheer
b*tch got the lemon drop tw*t
used to smokin’ in a hot box, n*ggas tryna trick me out the spot
he was in a fisker off the lot, drac’ make him twerk, diddy bop
ain’t no other choice but get the guap, we was pullin’ houses out the pot
we was pullin’ cars out the pot, n*ggas really ‘flauge, that’s a lot
l don’t count the charges i got, havin’ a ménage at the spot
say, your time tickin’ on the clock, know i work hard for this sh*t
see the ice tickin’ in the watch, how you fit them b*tches in a drop?
i was tryna get the cheese like a burger and i wasn’t ever tryna stop
beat the block like ike did tina, n*gga, you’ll for sure get a knot
seventy dollar, three fives for the n*gga greener than the grass in the lot
i was supposed to been win, but they didn’t really wanna pass me the rock

- ceo trayle kai cah lyrics

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