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novacane - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
yeah (big c4, backdoor)

[chorus]
crack music, numb your ears like novacane (novacane)
i’m back to it, i get millions with the gang (run that back, turbo)
yeah, n*gga, slatt business, don’t ask how we came
n*gga might just pay god a visit reachin’ for this chain
i’m way too hard at offense, n*gga, and big backdoor my name (yeah)
suffocate the opps with pillows, show me out in the dark with k!llers
ayy, f*ck n*gga change soon as he get some fame
murder one suspects, ar pistol, double back ’round the gang (the gang)
big backdoor big homie, n*gga, but not in no gang (no gang)
you can meet death, it come and kiss you, funeral arrange

[verse 1]
n*gga, we goin’ private on the motherf*ckin’ plane (planе, plane)
n*gga, my traphouse backdoor swing (swing)
nevеr thought the whole world’d feel my pain (my pain)
most of these n*ggas be namin’ names (my name)
prices go up, we plain the jane (it’s up)
know she gon’ f*ck, that’s why she came (yeah)
load it up, c*ck back, bang
say tray*lee, but that’s not his name
i know i don’t want to see that b*tch again (uh*uh, again)
rolls*royce umbrella, i still leave her in the rain (out in the rain)
know i got this eliantte, you can hear it clang (it clang)
call a b*tch, get drained, and then backdoor gon’ hit a stain
i’m sn*tchin’ chains
[chorus]
crack music, numb your ears like novacane (novacane)
i’m back to it, i get millions with the gang (with the gang)
yeah, n*gga, slatt business, don’t ask how we came (n*gga, slatt)
n*gga might just pay god a visit reachin’ for this chain (reachin’ for this chain)
i’m way too hard at offense, n*gga, and big backdoor my name (my name)
suffocate the opps with pillows, show me out in the dark with k!llers (in the dark with k!llers)
ayy, f*ck n*gga change soon as he get some fame
know that that’s a shame, know that that’s a shame (shame)

[verse 2]
ayy, i swear to god i f*cked her, but i never knew her name (never knew her name)
finna get a butler, i’m the fresh prince of the a (fresh prince of the a)
spin his sh*t, then spin again, then spin again the next day
ayy, let a n*gga hear everything my draco say (yeah)
n*gga go kick in, we a*okay (kick, kick)
i was in the bando back in the day (bando)
trap god, i was one package away (i’m trap god)
i pop a perky, she ask for one straight (i’m straight)
plus she been suckin’ my d*ck for a day (a day)
said she was born in 1998
by fifteen, i was puttin’ crack on the plate (plate)
by sixteen, i had the maximum plays
but i ain’t never take the sh*t back where i stay
free my brother, they gave him the maximum days
big c4 just sit back in a daze (daze, uh)
where the police? usin’ the waze (the police)
’cause i get money off of the j’s (j’s)
skrrt, skrrt, ayy
if he play, then that’s where he gon’ lay (where he lay at)
stack my chips like it’s pringles and lays (where the lays at)
told the b*tch i’m expensive, she still wanna pay
[chorus]
crack music, numb your ears like novacane (novacane)
i’m back to it, i get millions with the gang
yeah, n*gga, slatt business, don’t ask how we came
n*gga might just pay god a visit reachin’ for this chain
i’m way too hard at offense, n*gga, and big backdoor my name (yeah)
suffocate the opps with pillows, show me out in the dark with k!llers
ayy, f*ck n*gga change soon as he get some fame
murder one suspects, ar pistol, double back ’round the gang (the gang)
big backdoor big homie, n*gga

- ceo trayle lyrics

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