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happy halloween - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
(fourtyeight hours a day)
ayy, say they want that old four, for what though? (drvmlord)
that’s a crazy low down dirty cut throat

[verse]
uh, gun smoke mixed up with blunt smoke (yeah)
scarface had to go, alejandro (yeah)
scarred face, tats on his throat, that’s just how you know
bullets hit me, but i stand ten toes, that’s just how it go
n*gga, load the 50, keep the score and pay attention to the road
soon as he come out his front door, let off that mother load
n*ggas saying somethin’ to big backdoor, he must be f*ckin’ bold
this n*gga said he wasn’t gon’ kick that door and then he f*ckin’ told
you in the comments, you think i’m gettin’ trolled
ayy, watch out for patrol, winked at baby bro, he scored
i put the plays together, call me big backdoor the coach
she got a birkin pursе, i upgrade that ho from coach
she on a private jеt, i upgrade that ho from coach
they study, wanna be backdoor c4, they takin’ notes
you ugly, just start gettin’ hoes, never f*cked her before
mr. four, i up and blow
switch my zip and area code
yeah, crocodile among the sheep, i creep, i keep it low (yeah)
some of these nights i can’t even sleep, i swear, i miss my bro
i was just dancin’ with the devil i stepped on his toes
and then cancer k!lled my cousin, grab the shovel, dig a hole
grab your coat, it’s gettin’ cold, you gon’ freeze, n*gga?
b*tch, i probably came with you, but i ain’t gon’ leave with you never leave my brothers 1087, slime shady, n*gga
keep a glock in reach n*gga, that’s a georgia peach, n*gga
uh, uh, i backdoored these big houses, i don’t sneak in ’em
tom ford shirts just to go grim reap in ’em
uh, this is mike amiri, not no cheap denim
b*tch, i don’t want no steak, give me chicken tenders and give lil’ four chicken tenders
b*tch, we grew up chicken dinners
run sh*t like mr. skinner
can’t wait to mr. burns a n*gga
yeah, all you gotta do is be patient, wait your turn, n*gga (keep workin’)
go out, k!ll what you eat
rule number one, don’t ever let these n*ggas play you weak
rule number two, b*tch better listen way more than you speak
rule number three, can’t trust a b*tch, that p*ssy make you weak
rule number five, try and stay alive and make it out the street
i forgot rule number four, don’t ever f*ck with me
ayy, you must think i ain’t have my pole, i tucked it in my jeans
rubber gloves and sketchers on a mission, bet i make it clean
spark plug, bust a window, then get in it (go up the street)
ever seen a bullet tear through flesh or through a piece of meat?
ayy, that’s my way to wish you happy halloween

- ceo trayle lyrics

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