body - ceo trayle lyrics
[intro]
(aviator)
[chorus: gunna]
cullinan big body
look at my new b*tch, she got body
n*gga, my shooter want more bodies
i done got rich, i don’t trust n0body
this snake pit, this sh*t get slimy
raised by the grinch, yeah, sh*t’ll get grimy
i don’t know pooh, but i’ll do ’em shiesty
fire up that tool, real hot, not spicy
don’t care if that boy don’t like me
speak on my name, he gettin’ put on a white tee
f*ck ’round, i’ma go chief keef
let it bang bang, he gon’ bring out the white sheet
now coffins in the stree*nee*neets
we the one beat the lil’ boy to the white meat
you n*ggas go to the mall just to sight*see
i really pull out the lot with a srt8 jeep
[verse 1: gunna]
that foreign been takin’ me a to b
b*tch, don’t you play with me
ain’t nothin’ to say to me
[verse 2: ceo trayle & gunna]
okay, amiri my ‘fit, bet you’re scared of me
i told this broke*ass lil’ b*tch not to play with me
my hat was bucket and so was my seats
a&w red in my bed, i might pee
and then me and gunwun take that b*tch overseas
know the opp n*gga broke ’cause he sippin’ the green
and i bought a bustdown for my niece, yeah
the fay got me faded, aromatic the suite
and i bust down a wrist, kick the b*tch out, repeat
when we in the durango, they can’t come with me
big c4 had to take a flight out to belize
and we wasn’t on [?] ’til we went [?]
went legit, but we still got connects to the streets
got the percs, get the work, and i keep the old hundreds with me
[verse 3: gunna]
yeah, yeah, yeah, you said it was up, i told you we gon’ keep a grudge
take the top off of the coupe with a touch
take the condom off and skeet on her b*tt
[verse 4: ceo trayle]
yeah, yeah, yeah, i started the foreign and left that b*tch right where she was
that’s one more opp n*gga bitin’ the dust
if i k!ll you tonight, b*tch, you might get a bust
and you know that it’s backdoor the kicker
call all of the babies, my brother, he does
i took the b*tch, her new titties was done
big*body b*tch and she grunt when she run
[verse 5: gunna]
big*body bentley, that b*tch got a b*tt
backwoods stuffed [?] with some biscotti buds
got movies on tv, she seen me in dutch
that mansory kit, this b*tch as big as a bus
[chorus: gunna]
cullinan big body
look at my new b*tch, she got body
n*gga, my shooter want more bodies
i done got rich, i don’t trust n0body
this snake pit, this sh*t get slimy
raised by the grinch, yeah, sh*t’ll get grimy
i don’t know pooh, but i’ll do ’em shiesty
fire up that tool, real hot, not spicy
don’t care if that boy don’t like me
speak on my name, he gettin’ put on a white tee
f*ck ’round, i’ma go chief keef
let it bang bang, he gon’ bring out the white sheet
now coffins in the stree*nee*neets
we the one beat the lil’ boy to the white meat
you n*ggas go to the mall just to sight*see
i really pull out the lab with a srt8 jeep
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