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i love you, but... - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
(d*mn, dior)
yeah
uh

[chorus]
b*tch, i love you, but we can’t keep doing this
if i don’t got these percocets, might end up losing it
b*tch, i love you, but you on some goofy sh*t
b*tch, i love you, but i d*mn near call you b*tch
wonder why it’s always other b*tches on my d*ck
wonder how i came straight out the trenches and got rich
for you, i’ll call that blitz in
they better not play, my baby
yeah, grab that k, go crazy
hi, my name the real slim shady
[verse 1]
on the way, i’m doing eighty
yeah, know it’s 1*0*80
they be tryna play me
send ’em straight to grady
didn’t wanna do it, but they made me
he act like patrick swayze
i’m watchin’ road, i’m jay*z
b*tch love to smoke, she blaze me
she talk, it’s blasé, blasé
b*tch, my way or the highway
we go and split it five way
i f*ck her in the driveway
we might go f*ck at my place
we might go f*ck at her place
she top me on the e*way
she been fine as f*ck since mysp*ce
she go to church on sundays
knew i was gon’ f*ck her one day
she know i love the gunplay
her brother better not come my way
b*tch, you know you really supposed to
be with backdoor, you ‘posed to
we go backdoor, we global
‘member 4 the one who showed you
they don’t love us, b*tch, i told you
tom ford on my bifocals
wanna win the game? i’ll coach you
brand new hot tub, i’ll soak you
wanna get choked? i’ll choke you
talked you right up, i spoke you
not the type of n*gga that you can even really get f*cking close to
standoffish like i don’t know you
my office, i’ll expose you
don’t wanna nut, slow stroke you
i touch her b*tt, i’m ‘posed to
took one, now i’m on dose two
she say she want a dose too
dolce & gabbana, coach you
cc your purse to hold you
see, that last n*gga hoed you
big backdoor bend and fold you
dive in my life, be vocal
baby, i’m shiesty, hope you love me still
[chorus]
b*tch, i love you, but we can’t keep doing this
if i don’t got these percocets, might end up losing it
b*tch, i love you, but you on some goofy sh*t
b*tch, i love you, but i d*mn near call you b*tch
wonder why it’s always other b*tches on my d*ck
wonder how i came straight out the trenches and got rich
for you, i’ll call that blitz in
they better not play, my baby
yeah, grab that k, go crazy
hi, my name the real slim shady

[verse 2]
who you love, b*tch?
uh, you my drug, b*tch
let the subs kick
know you love this
no, you can’t f*ck with no scrub, b*tch, what’s mine is yours, b*tch
when you’re with me, throw your fours, b*tch
don’t care ’bout me no more, b*tch
stabbed me in my back, that sh*t felt like a sword, b*tch
knew that i was coming back, i been on tour and sh*t
now that b*tch done gave that p*ssy up, let a rookie f*ck
i was cooking up, now the b*tch done bit the dust

- ceo trayle lyrics

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