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Ya'll ready
CEO Trayle holla at em
Ay bitch do ya mouth work
Do ya soul search
Do you take percs
Do you really think I need a fuckin' Drake verse
Runnin from the police, they ain't even read the plate first
One of my homies crossed my homie
And it fake hurt
Member my mama had dun told me how a snake work
Soon as meet a brand new bitch
Now she need a purse
This nigga been rappin' for 6 months
Now he need a verse
Shit stress me out smoke 6 blunts
Bitch think I'm needing her
I had stop fuckin with my day one
That shit didn't even hurt
How you let the chains and the money change you
They already think I changed
So when they hate it seem true
This shit get crazy day by day
But from me to you
Fuck a nigga feelings and a bitch too
Whatever you do, do to the fullest
Act like the rent due
Go and get some money
Watch the bitch double back that spint you
You make a hit your homie feel like it's his hit too
Sometimes I wonder why I need these drugs to get through
Sometimes I wonder if it was the Lord that sent you
Or did the Devil send ya
Soon as a nigga can't help his friend
A nigga go in-friend ya
We already know that nigga gay for real he still Tabinya
You could be talking slow
And they still gone say can't comprehend ya
His mama and daddy preachers
He a gangsta
He a big pretender
Came from a happy home
One of them colleges to send ya
I ain't never fuck her kus she had that mileage
I remember
You let that nigga fuck
My face show pure disgust
How many years it took me to get to the front of the bus
These niggas broke but get on IG
Say they running it up
Ain't no hope for none of these bitches
Said we met in the club
She say if I buy her Gucci, Louis I'm showing love
Priorities all outta wack
Put the outta order sign on her
DJ Drama
Bitch do ya mouth work
Do ya soul search
Do you take percs
Do you really think I
You niggas can't be serious
Stop it
Ay Trayle
You giving life lessons and putting
Bitches in they place at the same time
What's better than that
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