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warren buffett - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
(gmoney)

[verse 1]
ayy, lost a couple friends, lost some hoes, lost some family members
told ’em don’t watch me, boy, watch tv, don’t change that channel, n*gga
comin’ down your chimney with some presents like black santa, n*gga
ayy, she thought she f*cked c4, i let the family hit her
ayy, i got a whole bottle of percs to fight the damage in ’em
ayy, if he just start gettin’ sh*t for free, he got them scammers with him
ayy, i don’t need no bodyguard, big 40 glock to handle n*ggas
uh, we known for puttin’ n*ggas on t*shirts, then light candles with ’em
uh, trayle was a bad kid, c4 tried to slam the sittеr
ayy, i leave some kool*aid on your shirt from onе of my jammers, n*gga
and my b*tch gon’ shoot with the nails, got her a hammer, n*gga
ayy, i’m in a whole ‘nother tax bracket, boy

[chorus]
know a couple n*ggas that got some stains and went to the candlelight
diss guitar, he ain’t tryna fight
c4 ten sticks of dynamite
i came up off that china white
he f*cked a b*tch that got a mite
i f*cked a b*tch that got me right
knew he was broke, he sold the pipe
i’m not even gon’ go, no, c4 don’t got a show tonight
you know that he the realest ever, the family on his shoulders, right?
i tell all my n*ggas thank you, i give credit where you supposed to, right?
if you don’t catch no fish how i be fishin’, i still showed you, right?
[verse 2]
ayy, a n*gga sneak diss on the kid, i tag his toe tonight
lil’ bro said he ain’t takin’ no more l’s, he brought his pole to fight
i’m smokin’ on some sh*t that got me talkin’ to the poltergeist
c4 get topped, then kick the b*tch outside, that boy is cold as ice
i take off on 12, give no f*cks, n*gga, i don’t know no rights
they aim at they car, better duck, they pulled over twice
say he was gon’ do anything, whatever i told him, right?
heard that boy said big c4 had saved him, said he owed his life

[refrain]
ayy, don’t get to lookin’ crazy, i’m gon’ up it, i’m gon’ up it
i ain’t got nothin’ to pour that lean on, i’m gon’ have to just peach crush it
i ain’t been doin’ what i been doin’ to quit at the introduction
heard these n*ggas lookin’ for me, i’m like f*ck it, uh
uh, chain on the [?], shout out my [?], but he won’t touch it
and my players usually playin’ with they nose how it get [?], uh
n*ggas used to just rappin’, ain’t no substance
uh, 12 don’t like these clutches
i’ma keep trappin’ ’til i’m rich as warren buffett

[chorus]
know a couple n*ggas that got some stains and went to the candlelight
diss guitar, he ain’t tryna fight
c4 ten sticks of dynamite
i came up off that china white
he f*cked a b*tch that got a mite
i f*cked a b*tch that got me right
knew he was broke, he sold the pipe
i’m not even gon’ go, no, c4 don’t got a show tonight
you know that he the realest ever, the family on his shoulders, right?
i tell all my n*ggas thank you, i give credit where you supposed to, right?
if you don’t catch no fish how i be fishin’, i still showed you, right?
[refrain]
ayy, don’t get to lookin’ crazy, i’m gon’ up it, i’m gon’ up it
i ain’t got nothin’ to pour that lean on, i’m gon’ have to just peach crush it
i ain’t been doin’ what i been doin’ to quit at the introduction
heard these n*ggas lookin’ for me, i’m like f*ck it, uh
uh, chain on the [?], shout out my [?], but he won’t touch it
and my players usually playin’ with they nose how it get [?], uh
n*ggas used to just rappin’, ain’t no substance
uh, 12 don’t like these clutches
i’ma keep trappin’ ’til i’m rich as warren buffett

- ceo trayle lyrics

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