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stay dangerous - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
ayy
can’t finesse a real finesser, hunnid shots get to [?]
c4, i’m the only one better
just pay the guy!

[chorus]
ayy
ayy, don’t shoot, just be out late night
i perform with that k, ain’t got no stage fright
most the n*ggas i was with had to get left ’cause i stayed right
bro inside that hole, he can’t even count his days right
uh, tester take that dope, said it don’t taste right
can’t finesse a real finesser, hunnid shots get to [?]
i ain’t play no sports to get a letter, took one off his sweater
told thе b*tch i could not sweat her
mama said i bettеr not ever
i better not ever, no, i better not ever
told the b*tch i could not sweat her, mama said better not ever
f*cked that b*tch and then i left her, can’t [?]
you know c4 a trendsetter, they copy whatever

[verse]
and these hoes like paparazzi, they spot me wherever
and these n*ggas act like hoes but they don’t be no better
he wasn’t getting no motherf*ckin’ cheddar, cheddar*cheddar
f*cked that b*tch and found out she’s a bed wetter
she won’t get no head, oh, she actin’ like she scared
left a clown*ass n*gga, that boy up on [?]
and i f*ck yo’ b*tch, i don’t like your rap, she say i said better
play ’round, he’s a dead fella
thirty shots, he runnin’ like a treadmill
met a plug, he hit my price right on the head, n*gga
ever play around with ceo then he’s a dead n*gga
watch him bled, n*gga
full of lead, n*gga
i know yo’ partner kinda scared, they ain’t gon’ say it, n*gga
a real boss, i’m gon’ play it, n*gga
better watch yo’ homie when yo’ back turnt
she was single, now she pregnant, now she backburnt
he was broke, he finessed, now he back turnt
n*ggas really don’t like the truth ’cause them facts hurt
he’s all*red now, he had on a black shirt
popped that [?] and f*cked till her back hurt
“how you high speed all them foreign cars?”
’cause i’m [?], sir
ayy, i ain’t had no daddy, i’m a b*st*rd
got these [?] in the house, mr. [?]
ayy, i f*ck a b*tch until i see her [?]
ayy*ayy, and we can f*ck but i gotta feel that neck first
uh, b*tch steady askin’ me my neck worth
i ain’t doin’ sh*t until they clear the check first
it’s a glock in here but you can call it a mac purse
count these hunnids till my hands hurt
money over everything right now but it was fam first
f*ck 9*12, i seen my dawg put in that d*mn he*rs*
n*ggas tweakin’ on c4 ’cause they want a d*mn verse
tell all my brothers to stay dangerous and blam first, sho’
[chorus]
ayy
ayy, don’t shoot, just be out late night
i perform with that k, ain’t got no stage fright
most the n*ggas i was with had to get left ’cause i stayed right
bro inside that hole, he can’t even count his days right
tester take that dope, said it don’t taste right
can’t finesse a real finesser, hunnid shots get to [?]
i ain’t playin’ no sports to get a letter, took one off his sweater
told the b*tch i could not sweat her
mama said i better not ever
ayy*ayy, i better not ever, no, i better not ever
told the b*tch i could not sweat her, mama said better not ever
f*cked that b*tch and then i left her, can’t [?]
you know c4 a trendsetter, they copy whatever

- ceo trayle lyrics

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