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collect call - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, skrrt
big boss, ceo the bossman
yeah
(run that back, turbo)
yeah, c4, 4

[chorus]
that money was callin’ collect (collect, h*llo?)
guess what she said? (brrt)
said, “get out,” put that b*tch out the bed (get out)
b*tch, come suck on this d*ck, you ain’t scared (suck on the d*ck)
i poured the wock’ on a b*tch (wock’)
watch that medicine run down her leg
pull up on bullsh*t, you scared? (skrrt)
told the grim reaper off with his head (off with his head)
i think this b*tch wanna f*ck the big boss (wanna f*ck)
she just don’t know how to say it (hmm?)
i told the driver keep up with the maybach
that cullinan do not get lost (skrrt, skrrt)
ace lorenzo, take off my shoes just to walk on the store (tiptoe)
i bought a ten, he gave me ten more (a ten)
you still mad ’bout a b*tch, let that hurt go

[verse]
woah, woah, paul walker (woah)
she done turned straight to a stalker (stalker)
steady snappin’ these pictures of me and my twins
put her out soon as i caught her (get out)
went and hit the b*tch soon as i caught her (get out)
4 darth vader, luke, i’m your father (your dad)
stupid motherf*cker tryna leave out the spot to go crash with his partners (baow, baow, baow)
you gon’ need umpteen doctors
she know this sh*t be ig proper
i done got rich, i’m like meek, papa (rich)
i told the gang let me know ‘fore they cuff her
nine times out of ten, i done popped her (i popped her)
push this b*tch out the bed (pushed her)
i pushed this b*tch out the bed (i pushed her)
1080, ysl, and shady
i make an m ‘fore i hear what you said (brrt)
i told you big backdoor wanted the mouth (i told you)
why is she bringin’ her legs? (why?)
i’m havin’ blueberry jelly, i spread
he told and still went to the feds (shh)
my b*tch was a foreign exchange student (foreign)
but we wasn’t callin’ her fez (nuh*uh)
you my brother, then get on the back of my bike (my brother)
give a f*ck if we don’t got no pegs
real slimy shooters (slimy), they get a headache from shakin’ they dreads (yeah)
ever tried to slime backdoor, then i gotta make sure that he dead (dead)
i said the b*tch would get bit with the fangs, then i send her back to her man (her man)
she wanna stay, but i already came, that wasn’t part of the plan (no)
look inside his eyes, we can’t trust him, shake no hands (no hands, no)
i’m goin’ back to the bando, callin’ ‘migos for the grams (migo)
if i hit that p*ssy, then booka loc hit it, then nechie, you part of the fam (family)
i left the hood, i retired, then i came back to the hood with the yams (yams)
pushin’ b*tches out my bed, push these b*tches out my— (push these b*tches out)
push these b*tches out my bed, push these b*tches out my— (get these b*tches out of here)
b*tch stay longer than expected
wrecking crew, like juice, we wrecked it (wreck it)
slimes go green like we all celtics (slatt)
still callin’ me tray*lee, correct it (woo)
yeah, b*tch walked past, was bad as h*ll, i’m finna take off my belt (slatt, and what?)
stick this d*ck inside her, say it’s the best thing she ever felt (she feel it)
i only care ’bout the hoes and the kids, grown*ass n*gga, better do it yourself (yourself)
b*tch ain’t better than a perc’, so that’s the way c4 really felt (i felt)
me and turbo hit turbo (turbo)
tryna hide my ak in a trench coat (in a trench)
she want a bean with no pinto (yeah)
know the big boss stay on his ten toes (boss)
nechie, wunna, and duke, i’m with big loc
went broke, now he callin’ me big bro (big bro)
don’t come if you ain’t eatin’ d*ck, ho (d*ck)
thirty*two shots a piece, turn into a six*four (graow, graow)
[chorus]
that money was callin’ collect (brrt)
guess what she said? (h*llo?)
said, “get out,” put that b*tch out the bed (get the f*ck out)
b*tch, come suck on this d*ck, you ain’t scared (suck on the d*ck, b*tch)
i poured the wock’ on a b*tch (wock’)
watch that medicine run down her leg (medicine)
pull up on bullsh*t, you scared? (skrrt)
told the grim reaper off with his head
i think this b*tch wanna f*ck the big boss (wanna f*ck me)
she just don’t know how to say it (she don’t know how to say it)
i told the driver keep up with the maybach
that cullinan do not get lost
ace lorenzo, take off my shoes just to walk on the store
i bought a ten, he gave me ten more (ten)
you still mad ’bout a b*tch, let that hurt go

- ceo trayle lyrics

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