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carabas - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
uh
yeah, i’m still gettin’ money

[verse]
but i put it to the side for the b*tch, yeah
i cl!cked to the side for the switch, yeah
i made it straight up out the bricks, yeah
the fans wanna stop take pics, they ku klux klan, prolly search for the ‘bach blacked out
the police try get behind, that max out
i’m ballin’, they call me backdoor stackhouse (yeah)
i lost it, made it back at the crack house
how i get this b*tch? i just don’t know how
n*gga said he rich, but he f*cked up now
in the back of this b*tch, gettin’ sucked up now
know i got that tucked up now
bl!ck, bl!ck, i’ll up that b*tch right now
slow motion, speedin’ through the 6 right now
no motion, n*ggas on d*ck right now
yeah, yеah, i didn’t wanna do that, but they forced me
know it ain’t no comin’ back if you cross mе
bought a maybach, but i could’ve bought a porsche
it need some more power, catch up, little horsie
ayy, and the b*tch expensive, trust me
if you get her, then, n*gga, you lucky
baby sitter, she had tried to f*ck me
could you love me right now if i’m dusty? (i’m dusty)
she might f*ck me, but she don’t trust me (don’t trust me)
know the opps say they tryna rush me (tryna rush me)
i get hopped, i up get to bustin’ (bustin’)
and the cops still don’t know nothin’
ayy, went and bought that b*tch gucci and prada (prada)
backdoor i’m the real don dada
call me daddy, i am her father (yeah)
if she f*ckin’ with me, go farther
go and get it, complete my order
in a whole louis v, ensemble
and i lied to police, your honor
i’ma turn up the heat, my sauna
when we beat down the street, my drummers
better clutch on your heat, i promise
take the cds and make ’em dope runners
show your ass, but you ain’t no plumber
play dumb, but i play dumber
yeah, king kong, ain’t got nonthin’ on ’em
backdoor, backdoor, that’s a double entendre
me and dun deal, that’s a double up summer
i make sure i take care of my b*tch and my mama
shoot first, they ain’t takin’ me under
and then make sure ‘fore i go, hit the street, load the llama
i know your boyfriend, he a runner
i was eatin’ that p*ssy, it’s stoppin’ my hunger
if that b*tch ever play, she get hit with the thunder
i was goin’ dior like whenever i wanna
got a b*tch from ghana, tell her we ain’t friends and we can’t be partners
tryna get rich, give the bricks to my partners
ion like that b*tch, if we just bein’ honest
once you get more money, then you get more problems
if you have more problems, then add more dollars
a lil’ more guala and six more choppers
percocet 15 straight from the doctors
me and that b*tch, we was sittin’ in carabas

- ceo trayle lyrics

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