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big drake - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
(stribb on the beat)
yeah, go
turn my vocals up some more
ayy, yeah
ayy

[chorus]
you know big drac’ flip cars and sh*t
switchblade, rip off they bra, no b*tch
temp fade, linin’ him up with the stick
kim k reminded me of my lil’ b*tch

[verse]
ayy, say backdoor sleazy, this sh*t too easy
ayy, ayy, caribbean, we leavin’ just for the weekend
i was shady baby piecin’, i’ll never treason
red key, but no ignition for to put the keys in
pop that perc’ and clip my ears, i’m in the trap spot
yeah, ayy, them labels don’t know sh*t about you, you ain’t that hot
big boss c4, same old back block
take away from all the haves, give it to the have*nots
i brokе down all the halves
i can’t fall, i’ll probably scab
make thеm birdies take a bath
ayy, percocet 30, take a half
addy 30, take a half
i mix the potion, science, math
math ’cause i need that paper up front
free baby bro out the joint
done locked in for months now
all the runts runnin’ ’round
n*gga talk crazy ’bout this shady
1080 gun him down
i’m the pound man, i front a pound
the frontrunner, run the town
i was a runner, but i run it now
they tryna recreate my sound
i’m in love with the f*ckin’ rubber bands i got wrapped around
ayy, she was comin’, but i had other plans, so i backed her down
f*ck the sheriff, but it’s a new big back in town
yeah, i’m not caring, these b*tches gon’ be back around
peep out the door like, “has the b*tch left yet?”
why you upset?
i’m big backdoor, i cut the check
i send this wockhardt, ayy, i’ma let this chopper cut his neck
got five thousand percocets, it’s fentanyl in that
all these b*tches call me king, n*gga, they kneel, at that
and these b*tches go out to eat, make sure they bill correct
big boss backdoor, delete these n*ggas, k!ll the set
yeah, i was just callin’ sh*t like belicheck
high as f*ck, i teleported here, i’m teleportin’ back
wockhardt, i don’t drink no f*ckin’ beer, b*tch, the f*ck is that?
told the b*tch to count all this pape’, put it all in stacks
b*tch, might as well call this a date ’cause i’m f*ckin’ next
they say, “4, you got sh*t in a chokehold, snap they neck”
ayy, for n*ggas that think that i won’t do it, n*gga, place your bet
all the hard times, i went through it, you can’t take me back
i start shootin’, hit the deck
section 8 like vl deck
come around me, you’ll need your tec
this sh*t get technical
b*tch, you fall, then i’m not catchin’ you
load it up, c*ck back the tool
spin back to back, he made the news
know what they say, god only watch the babies and the fools
but i stomped his face in f*ckin’ gucci shoes, 4
[chorus]
you know big drac’ flip cars and sh*t
switchblade, rip off they bra, no b*tch
temp fade, linin’ him up with the stick
kim k reminded me of my lil’ b*tch

- ceo trayle lyrics

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