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lirik lagu ceo trayle - ceo the artist

[intro]
it’s gettin’ to the point where i don’t like to have my phone in my hand while i’m recordin’
’cause n~ggas think i’m readin’ written raps
they think i’m readin’ wrote sh~t
we ain’t wrote sh~t
yeah

[verse]
she threw it, i caught it, caught it
pop a perky, just gettin’ me started
baby boy, he say, “dad, you the hardest”
i’m the ceo and i’m the artist
tryna keep up with me, trying his hardest
f~ck your label, i make it regardless
yeah, he knew we was straight when he saw this
we gon’ eat, don’t get ate, you a target
4 goin’ back california
this sh~t ain’t in you, lil’ n~gga, it’s on you
gettin’ big ’cause they blowin’ it up
ain’t gotta tell me, i’m knowin’ who i was
yeah, know it’s some of the strongest with us
underwater, who hold they breath longer than us?
and my waist slow me up
and you can’t get a taste of this drank in this cup
got a high pack of percs, but it’s strictly for us
i ain’t sellin’ you nothin’
if my family did it, i ain’t tellin’ you nothin’
hit that b~tch with the hammer, i nail her, i’m done
and i still won’t pick up if my cellular rung
and netflix keep askin’ me am i still watchin’ it?
i’m steady countin’ it, i’m somewhere poppin’ it
i’ma shoot up the club if i know it’s an opp in it
wanna be like backdoor and he know, so he copy it
hit his melon, just said he was stoppin’ this sh~t
but i wouldn’t give a f~ck ’bout the rap, i like bricks
give this bad b~tch a dose of this d~ck, get her fixed
and the sh~t that you seein’ as real as it gets
and i don’t need a hook when i’m talkin’ my sh~t
should’ve wrote me a book, i be droppin’ this sh~t
and it look like a book in my pockets and sh~t
everywhere when you look, c4 droppin’ again
he want a feature
who is he? i never heard of him neither
ayy, and the junkies still hittin’ my beeper
i was smokin’ on ether, bump c4 through the speakers
hide the songs, they might leak us
said c4 too explicit, they still tryna bleep us
i had came off the bench, you was still on the bleachers
ceo and c4, that’s like two different creatures
she begged me not to go ’cause she said i complete her
oh, you don’t like c4? well, we don’t like him neither
all my n~ggas on go, we hop out with the sweeper
i was richer than them, i was teachin’ the teachers
beggin’ me not to go ’cause they know that they need us
now they said they want black back at interscope, piling his biggie, though
they know he finna blow, triple cross big c4
you need at least two~point~five to get near me, though
i told black last night that the fee ain’t a minimal
triple cross, he done backdoored him
she don’t like trayle no more, she probably scold him
and they told me stay down, you’ll get rich when you older
trust n0body no more ’cause my heart done got colder
who is c4? you ask siri and look him up
this b~tch can’t f~ck with my b~tch, n~gga, look at her
and they heard i was slammin’ that b~tch, what you think that they pick me for?
arm in the rim, i ball harder than them
you can peep, but ain’t too many stronger than him
all my secrets can’t hold too much longer, i’m trim
you just now witnessed the greatest
high speed apd all the way to decatur
got different lil’ b~tches, got too many flavors
in the swamp with c4, you see too many gators
put the glock in the pillow and pop his potato
if you popped at the opps, then they popped at me later
now i gotta k!ll ’em six, seven months later
yeah, i send the songs to the lawyer before i release ’em
iron out all of the hundreds, i crease ’em
got demons when you with c4, i release one
if he ever doubted big 4, i’ma teach him
i don’t need no hook, i’ma go, they release one
i waited at the gate for big bro, they released him
a cashmere shirt, he rich now, so i fleeced him
he hatin’ out the corner of his eye and i peeped him
droppin’ salt from way in the back and i seent him
blood on my shoes, so you know that i cleaned ’em
me and lil plug, that’s 4l, know i screened him
uh, at the end of the day, know i’m straight
had to feed him, he hungry, he l!ckin’ his plate
i got shooters and they got some shooters, i’m straight
tell ’em bye, we need more ways to clean up this cake
me and big folks’ dirty money, we stashed it
tried to set up big c4, but it’s tragic
i had walked in the bank with a check and they cashed it
right now i rap, but i used to put bricks in the attic
my favorite auntie, you know she’s an addict
ride with the zombies, they closin’ his casket
my favorite junkie just died and he had it
so i ride through the block ’cause i know she be happy, 4
[outro]
ayy, yeah, ayy, it’s big 4 (big 4), yeah
it’s big c4 (c4), yeah
mr. backdoor (backdoor), yeah
go kick that door (ayy, go kick that door)
ayy, go kick a door (ayy, go kick that door)
ayy, go kick a door (ayy, go kick a door)
know i’m uppin’ the score (know i’m uppin’ that score for sure)
know it’s big ol’ c4
c4, c44
c4, c4, cc4, ayy
can’t forget the last c4, yeah
and they know it’s c4, yeah
and they know it’s c4, yeah
and they know it’s c4

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