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head doctor - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
yeah
baby, baby, buy you red bottoms
yeah

[verse]
uh, baby, buy you red bottoms
i just hope you turn into a head doctor
f*ck them other hoes and what they say about you, uh
n*gga play with you, bet i see red ’bout you, yeah
overly p how i’m gon’ play it, got you, yeah
i kick it cool, but i’m not playin’ soccer, uh
someone clear the roster
who that? he an imposter (huh?)
steak and shrimp my pasta
the world is yours, wrote it on a blimp, don dada
he such a good father, he ain’t have no father
slippers gold, balenciaga, slippers count, that’s like my model
ptsd trauma
thirty shots inside that glock, this not the xd model
i just went hard, i didn’t say, “bless me, father”
father, forgive me, just a semi*auto
7.62s out this draco, they’ll lift your car up
you know i’m a superstar, my hoodie on, they spot him, uh
more money, more problems, having problems money can’t fix
i just can’t quit
told a b*tch she ain’t sh*t
talked all that sh*t and can’t take d*ck (lyin’*ass b*tch)
b*tch, i walk like i’m rich
talk like i know i’m the sh*t
from a dime to a brick
had to re*up, take a trip
b*tch, i’m back on
need my b*tch, she like my backbone
these n*ggas be hatin’, baby, you know i’m comin’ back home
yeah, uh, you can’t hit this ‘wood, lil’ n*gga, that sh*t that strong
made a list of all my songs, that sh*t that long
man, the clip that switch if he act wrong
ayy, ain’t snitch like taxstone
big c4 that crack flow
suck this d*ck, don’t act slow
uh, straight to h*ll where the rats go
my amiris holdin’ rubber banded bankrolls
all that work out in the gym and i ain’t swole
yeah, i won’t ever spend no money on these stank hoes
prada papi, pop it prada kangol
yeah, you ain’t name a motherf*ckin’ place i can’t go, uh
know that this a h*llcat durango
took his chain and he got up askin’, “where my chain go?”
you must think some gold at the end of that rainbow
opp side cliquin’ up, been murkin’ sh*t like saints row
ayy, ayy, hold your bl!cky up if n*gga ain’t gon’ take yours
n*ggas steady dyin’ ’bout these blocks that ain’t yours
n*gga, big folks
double*r, big rolls
standin’ on my ten toes
put my back to it, kick door
n*gga, that’s how sh*t go (kap, your name’s on the beat)
[outro]
n*gga, that’s how sh*t go
big folks
big 4

- ceo trayle lyrics

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