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story 4 baby 4 - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
ayy
ayy, let’s do it
1080, n*gga
trademark records ’til they hear us
(d*mn, highxlass, i need this one)
tuckin’ baby 4
ayy

[verse]
tuckin’ baby 4 into bed, i tell him stories
’bout how his daddy used to see n*ggas lackin’, take ’em out they glory
uh, n*ggas know my teammates get active
and if you knew what i know, then you wouldn’t even walk past us
this sh*t gettin’ jurassic, ayy
dumped the b*tch, she had suitcases, extra baggage
down bad on my d*ck, finna smoke the mailman for my package
high*speed, i get away, big 4 ain’t ever crashed it
bought a car and sold it, bought another car and wrapped it
see, n*ggas think they know c, think they gettin’ up on me
you been eatin’ morе d*ck than usual, you ain’t my homie
i don’t like that, how you gon’ disguise that?
whеn 4 see red, the skies black
only one n*gga survived the mac (survived that)
i just be cautious, ’cause my h*llcat loud
ap hangin’ out the window, ayy, i step out, be prada’d down
no more charter, straight to private jets, we all lay down
ayy, and my b*tch be breakin’ the rules, but 4 big dog, i calm her down
ayy, high*speed to different county
hide and seek, but they ain’t found me
ayy, n*ggas used to doubt me
she act like she can’t live without me
for clout, i ain’t never needed no n*gga to come and clout me
ate a three hundred thousand dollar shrimp and lobster on the balcony
they know they can’t beat me with this prada perseverance
dior demon, real margiela martian, can’t get near it
n*gga keep on watchin’, might get popped, that disappearance
thought he wanted smoke, he just wanna sing my lyrics
mr. backdoor kick that door, ayy, n*ggas know i gotta get that dough
pockets look like big fat joe
yeah, i f*cked your b*tch, she hit that note
ayy, every time i see a moncler demon, folks say, “get that coat”
every time i see a bad ho demon, folks say, “need that throat”
it’s a process, this wasn’t overnight
big 4 underwater loch ness, higher than a kite
c4, he just copped a drop*head through the company
my b*tch talkin’ like she take d*ck, but she still run from me
better not make me angry or better take my gun from me
i got my ass whooped, but mama still let me have company
the bad kid in summit ridge, the hood take off they gloves for me
me and highxlass, bullsh*t, i bypass
my b*tch real classy
me and boogie in a trackhawk, we do the dash
float like a b*tterfly, big c4 is cassius (muhammad)
check too big for the bank, so they can’t f*ckin’ cash this
you believe this sh*t?
just flew up the street doin’ ’bout a hundred, should’ve seen this sh*t
ain’t know where to go ’cause n*ggas ain’t a hundred, i’m just speakin’, b*tch
put me in that traphouse, i run it, n*gga, i need a l!ck
me and yak on missions, we took curly on some speedy sh*t
he was gettin’ in and gettin’ out quicker than we ever did
r.i.p. lil’ curly, take the glock up off your hip
still believe the police k!lled my lil’ n*gga, can’t tell me different
uh, make sure my brothers don’t be no victim

- ceo trayle lyrics

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