
my brudda - ceo trayle & dubba-aa lyrics
[intro: ceo trayle]
(i need to talk to mike laury)
(h*llo?)
yeah (winning lottery numbers coming up)
yeah (dubba*aa flex)
yeah
(this is the sound)
yeah
[chorus: ceo trayle]
struggle, i struggle, he struggle, we come out the gutter
my brother, my brother, we brothers, he ain’t come out my mother
ayy, ayy, i call him, he callin’ me when it’s time to swing that cutter
[verse: ceo trayle]
you gotta move like a lion if you wan’ get out this jungle
yeah, i was with my slitherin’ snakes, they anacondas
ayy, now go put the kit on that b*tch, you know we go get the brabus
yeah, brabus sound like— hrrt
with the drac’, that b*tch go— brrt, up the switch, that b*tch go— brrt
that’s my dog, for real, like ruff
ayy, ayy, dubba*aa get me in that mode, twin, he call, i say, “let’s go, twin”
ayy, i popped a perc’ for that headache, f*ck n*gga, i ain’t take no motrin
ayy, ayy, i’m in the studio workin’ ’cause a hundred m’s the goal, twin
ayy, ayy, i popped the lock on that, ayy, dropped the top on that
ayy, i got to talkin’ that, ayy, ayy, my n*gga say, “run that back”
ayy, ayy, circle closed, like you can’t pull your car in this cul*de*sac
ayy, that’s my brother, he wanna splat, you better be happy i’m holdin’ him back
he deactivate instagram, go black
yeah, yeah, that’s when we pull them ski’s out, b*tch
ayy, ayy, i bare arms, i got the shirt with the sleeves out, b*tch
ayy, ayy, ask that n*gga what the business is, like what it be ’bout, b*tch?
ayy, ayy, n*gga movin’ funny, tell me, i might leave out, b*tch
yeah, uh, you know i’m with that b*tch just like her leave out, b*tch
ayy, yeah, backdoor go hit that b*tch and then i creep out, b*tch
ayy, it’s just some money that i gotta go see ’bout, b*tch
ayy, ayy, ayy, i keep my head on the swivel, put bread on a n*gga
ayy, ayy, these n*ggas don’t wanna be ’round backdoor, act like they scared of a n*gga
ayy, ayy, i keep my hand on the pistol, i keep my finger on the trigger
i gotta watch where i step because i keep on steppin’ on these n*ggas
ayy, ayy, it’s big ol’ 1080 the boss, you know i’ma rep on a n*gga
finna rep
[chorus: ceo trayle]
struggle, i struggle, he struggle, we come out the gutter
my brother, my brother, we brothers, he ain’t come out my mother
ayy, ayy, i call him, he callin’ me when it’s time to swing that cutter
[outro]
(this is the sound)
(winning lottery numbers coming up)
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