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gunsmoke town - ceo trayle & dubba-aa lyrics

[intro: ceo trayle]
yeah
(dubba*aa flex)
yeah
(winning lottery numbers coming up)
i’m just tryna keep doin’ what i be doin’ at the end of the day anyway
there’s not really too many n*ggas out here that’s solid
and, no, i don’t feel like no rapper
no, i never do
i wish i could
(this is the sound)

[chorus: ceo trayle]
i cut out bullsh*t, i respect real sh*t
car got a k!ll switch, drac’ with a k!ll switch
do you really think i need a drake verse or some kendrick sh*t?
do you really think i need that bad b*tch or a badder b*tch?

[verse: ceo trayle]
i was tryna go and get a box of bricks, xanax box some sh*t
n*ggas be schemin’, tryna get rich quick, ayy, i’d rather work for this
dugg said, “let’s finish it up,” n*gga, i popped two percs for this
p*ss in that bottle, nah, i can’t miss, a chemist mixin’ the mеdicine
when it rains it pours and n*ggas get drеnched, cold water open my pores and sh*t
you was gon’ cross me, i saw that sh*t from a mile away
n*gga go broke, then i’ll go buy me a brick and go find a play
ayy, dubba*aa, know, n*gga, i appreciate you and everything you say
a n*gga ever shoot at you, i’m shootin’, that’s the only way
ayy, late nights, n*gga, in the studio, i’m booted, just me and kk
backdoor the grenade, i’m ready to pull this pin, n*gga, just stay safe
n*gga, backdoor tnt, if i like this sh*t, n*gga, just stay safe
ayy, get all the goofy n*ggas out the way, pocket watching b*tches out the way
told that b*tch i was on the way, but b*tch, i ain’t on the way
late night in the back was may, one*fifty on the e*way
b*tch starin’ at me all in my eyes, i’m lamar jackson, finna run the play
i get me another maybach ’cause forgis goin’ today
uh, an orgy was goin’ on ’round my way, that’s ten b*tches tryna play
and i came through the back door, i don’t know what the front door look like to this day
ayy, ayy, three hoes, c4 santa claus, i bet they hop in the sleigh
i give yak a hundred thousand, i know he’ll be f*ckin’ it up next day
ayy, my friend, know he just got his date
i’ll take two bad b*tches on a date
all these b*tches bad ’cause i don’t date
and my pockets fat, ain’t been eatin’ cake
and if you a rat, n*gga, stay away
glock 19 with switch in place
ayy, i wanted to be the dope boy, i turned myself to the dope man
i know you can do what the four can
n*gga od’d, so i hit him with narcan
goin’ to war, backdoor, he a spartan
it’s not unusual like cartoon
and this white b*tch wanna get spray tanned
ass so fat, you would think she was black, d*mn
uh, yeah, i was drownin’ underwater, dubba*aa pulled me out
yeah, them my n*ggas, tryna talk to four, they hit the jack right now
b*tch, you a five or six at best, pipe all that lil’ sh*t down
yeah, yeah, i’m ridin’ dolo, me and draco through the gun smoke town
[chorus: ceo trayle]
i cut out bullsh*t, i respect real sh*t
car got a k!ll switch, drac’ with a k!ll switch (this is the sound)
do you really think i need a drake verse or some kendrick sh*t? (winning lottery numbers coming up)
do you really think i need that bad b*tch or a badder b*tch?

[outro: ceo trayle]
ayy, do you really think i need that bad b*tch or a badder b*tch?

- ceo trayle dubba aa lyrics

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