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red light freestyle - ceo trayle lyrics

red light freestyle lyrics
[intro]
yeah
(big backdoor, n*gga)
yeah
ayy

[verse]
soon as pape walked in this b*tch, i get to blackin’
where his coffin at? i need it ’cause it’s finna happen (foreverolling)
yeah, who backdoored you done backdoored ’cause you said you’d leave it, yeah
hundred pounds inside this civic, had my runner get it
i want somethin’, i ain’t hatin’ on no n*gga, i’m gon’ go get it
got two thirties for a fifty, that’s how low he f*ckin’ with me
i go back to the basics, ain’t sh*t, got a full clip
they said i got a long lip, his b*tch mouth got strong grip
i say i got a long bank account, zero, comma, zero
on camp creek, i’m jay*z the hero, on washington road, chevron and texaco
yeah, stupid n*gga shoot hisself like plaxico, yeah
cheddar bob, now he scarred, i already know
used to mob, i got popped, then start gettin’ dough
now i live off streams and the downloads, now on go
he just poured a deuce, it just dropped in a juice
on a dead end with some dead friends
this a glock, no twenty*two
a thirty clip filled to the roof
can’t trust that b*tch, know she the swoop
let me rob your brother, baby
let me know if that’s cool with you
it be n*ggas puttin’ they face on sh*t ain’t got nothin’ to do with you
oh, he gon’ die with you, wan’ cry with you, he left you when he moved
it’s on, i scheduled to get this move out
f*cked her, i didn’t knew her
thirty d*mn near threw up
call that b*tch and i get chewed up, yeah, yeah
private je*ne*net, i flewed out
i don’t give a f*ck about my enemies, i grewed up
m&m&m&m*nies just pulled up
big backdoor might come right down your chimney and get you touched
i’m so thankful, super thankful
make sure that k full, just ate, i ain’t full
yeah, it’s a plain jane, darling, it’s no jewels
big boss don’t g*ngb*ng, my darling, just don’t do it
b*tch, i been big homie, wouldn’t believe that
pullin’ down my ski mask
i catch you, won’t come back ’cause this not freeze tag
the saint laurent and gucci fashion on these tags
yeah, get the car in my b*tch name ’cause i don’t need tags
rollin’ with backdoor, i’m flexin’, n*gga, you know he’s back
if i ever gave you any money, i want that cheese back
hold the camera up for my son, lil’ n*gga cheese back
get rich, do somethin’ for his lil’ son, can’t bring cheese back
lotta sh*t done hurt me on that path to greatness
i’m bobbin’, weavin’ through this sh*t, big backdoor cassius clayin’
they passed the ball, i took the shot ’cause i don’t do half the playin’
every day, i use this sh*t, my favorite app the calculator
they call me c4, baby, what is your name?
i was just ceo first, then big backdoor came
i numb the beat with my verse, this sh*t like novocaine
take one more step, i blow your brain
smoke ganja juice the smokers can’t
audemars piguet, it was plain
soon as i walked inside this b*tch, they had to get me together
yeah, i go dior sweater
still got my black door*kickers
roll the dead man in a backwood, i’m that good
opp smokin’, glock totin’, young rich n*gga from the hood
yeah, young rich n*gga, i say it twice ’cause it’s really facts
b*tch said, “daddy, you give me life,” told her give it back”
yeah, i’m not takin’ your advice, ’cause it don’t f*ckin’ match
yeah, how a square gon’ tell a lion how to scratch his back? 4

- ceo trayle lyrics

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