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still smokin' - ceo trayle & dubba-aa lyrics

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[intro: ceo trayle]
ayy (dubba*aa flex)
backdoor, backdoor
yeah, i’ma grab my nuts for this sh*t, n*gga
(this is the sound)
ayy, ayy

[chorus: ceo trayle]
the dope spot open, the trap spot open
the opps still smokin’, the block still rollin’
ayy, and the cops still scopin’, these f*ck n*ggas hopin’
i’m rubbin’ this money like lotion, my cup look like a potion

[verse: ceo trayle]
on percocet, they dosin’, i hit the b*tch, i’m strokin’
b*tch shut that door, just close it, i count money in the open
these f*ck n*ggas still loafin’, my nuts still swollen
the plan still in motion, this sh*t still motion
ayy, the plug still throw it, go to candy land and throw it
i’m backdoor, man, you know it, did i hit your b*tch? you know it
i was runnin’ from cop, you know it, did i get away? you know it
percocet boxin’ me like floyd, out of that box, told ’em, “free my boys”
did i stash it? you know it, talkin’ cash sh*t, you know it
did i spare n*ggas? you know it, i ain’t even want to spare him
did i spare 12? h*ll yeah, h*lla times
n*gga blitz the block, then spinned around
mr. big backdoor, i kicked it down, my b*tch somethin’ ignorant now
no, i don’t want no white b*tch, f*ck i’ma do with iggy now?
i was in dc gamblin’ with twink, d*mn near put up fifty down
yeah, got a lil’ b*tch, she just want a drink, so she leavin’ with me now
f*ck that b*tch, she ain’t wanna leave, so she livin’ with me now
ayy, pop the perc’, twink, and codeine and wash it down
my lil’ broski rollin’ thunk, d*mn, the opps smell super loud
wanna go f*ck my old b*tch and take that dog to cougar town
wanna go f*ck my young b*tch but she want money right now
so i zelle somethin’
yeah, he on whisperin’ and sh*t, like, “here trayle comin'”
yeah, somethin’ fishy in this b*tch, backdoor smell somethin’
yeah, we into it, know how this end, death or jail, done
ayy, yeah, backdoor, backdoor, backdoor
[chorus: ceo trayle]
the dope spot open, the trap spot open
the opps still smokin’, the block still rollin’
ayy, and the cops still scopin’, these f*ck n*ggas hopin’
i’m rubbin’ this money like lotion, my cup look like a potion

[outro]
(this is the sound)

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