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lirik lagu ceo trayle & dubba-aa - under my bed

[intro: ceo trayle]
yeah (you thought i forgot about that, didn’t you?, dubba~aa flex)
yeah (i don’t know, spin back)
yeah (winning lottery numbers coming up)
spin back ’round (this is the sound)
ayy, ayy (backdoor)

[chorus: ceo trayle]
i can’t sleep, monsters up under my bed
uh, call baby back, “baby, i just want fire head”
ayy, ayy, i ain’t got to ask baby what her type is (uh~uh)
ayy, ayy, shoot ’til it cl!ck, wonder if he died yet?

[verse: ceo trayle]
it’s the four, not five, yeah, stay right there to win a prize, yeah
two percs, i think i’m fried, yeah, a 10 milli’ on my side, yeah
she don’t want me outside, yeah, she tell me come inside, yeah
i f~ck her ’til i’m tired, yеah, is she the yeah? baby, yеah
ball like a piston, uh, i had strikers flippin’, uh
she wan’ do long distance, uh, i just want her to l!ck it (uh)
come suck it, baby, kiss it, ayy, ayy, i whip in different kitchens
i throw that like i’m pitchin’, me and doe, that’s the commission
yeah, uh, uh, plenty b~tches, i gta that mission (ayy)
i don’t need no permission, uh~uh, i load that ammunition
yeah, uh, i just want ben franklin, f~ck that recognition (recognition)
let her roll that blunt and l!ck it, we smokin’ on oppositions (yeah, opps)
yeah, yeah, i can’t trust that b~tch, i should’ve followed my intuition (uh~uh)
she said, “four, what you do” (do), just a trap n~gga and musician (musician)
these n~ggas ain’t eatin for real (no), these young n~ggas malnutrition (nutrition)
big backdoor, demolition (demolition), i done talked that to fruition (on god)
yeah, say she suck good d~ck, baby, come audition (on god)
yeah, young n~gga count the racks like a mathematician (on god)
uh, i think i f~cked a n~gga b~tch, out of nowhere started dissin’ (ayy, ayy)
in the spot, we treat that like a group home, we some troubled children (b~tch)
yeah, they got c4 in the bas~m~nt, he might blow the building (blow it)
yeah, uh, i told you n~ggas don’t chase it, you didn’t wanna listen
i was in the ‘raq thinkin’ ’bout jeff, it was me, tay, and 50 (them reapers)
i was in the ham thinkin’ ’bout bam, but he didn’t wanna listen (my brother)
i was in new york thinkin’ ’bout cho, godd~mn, i miss him (my brother)
taino, taj, me and jato, we was eatin’ kennedy chicken (me and jato)
in the ham thinkin’ ’bout mike and his burgundy crown vicky (on god)
i saw that b~tch and thought about stickin’, then come out that vickies (vickies)
i’m tryna stack this sh~t to the top, i might have a pot to p~ss in (to p~ss in)
told dub i ain’t takin’ this ap off, arm out the shower, rinsin’ (shower risin’)
the way i sl!ck talk to these b~tches, might be a politician (i’m talk sl!ckin’)
i’m just a sl!ck talker (sleep), big mr. sh~t talker
four (don’t f~ck with me)
[chorus: ceo trayle]
i can’t sleep, monsters up under my bed
uh, call baby back, “baby, i just want fire head”
ayy, ayy, i ain’t got to ask baby what her type is (uh~uh)
ayy, ayy, shoot ’til it cl!ck, wonder if he died yet?

[outro]
(winning lottery numbers coming up)
(this is the sound)

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