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flea flickin - ceo trayle & romano lyrics

[pre*chorus: ceo trayle]
ooh (uh)
yeah (skrrt), yeah (backdoor, backdoor)
yeah, uh

[chorus: ceo trayle]
i pass the work, n*gga, i flea*fl!ck it (fl!ck it)
uh, n*gga mad ’cause i stayed on my grind and he didn’t (uh*uh)
uh, n*gga mad ’cause i put overtime and he quittin’ (quittin’)
yeah, n*ggas mad ’cause we was gettin’ that money and keep gettin’ it (gon’ keep gettin’ it)

[verse: ceo trayle]
yeah, yeah, quick the pass a b*tch, n*gga, i fl!ck*fl!ck it (i fl!ck it)
uh, told her, “i can’t eat the box,” let the b*tch l!ck it (let the b*tch)
askin’ me, say, “what is trim?” i say, “short for trickin” (it’s trim)
k!ll these n*ggas dead, cut the newspaper clippin’ (i clip ’em)
yeah, uh, stick and move, keep movin’, keep stickin’ (stickin’)
it come by the box, but if i front it, i need interеst (need interest)
i don’t need no f*ckin’ dj to break no rеcord, call me guinness (uh*uh)
she suck at suckin’ d*ck, a e for effort, but i’m finished (okay)
ayy, ayy, it’s a big difference in bein’ broke and bein’ finished (finished)
mm, most of you n*ggas finished (finished)
ayy, ayy, you catch him, k!ll ‘him, don’t even let that boy complete his sentence (die, die)
yeah, free the ones who matter, tryna shorten all they sentence (they sentence)
yeah, whip this sh*t like batter (like batter)
ayy, he mad at me, i f*cked his b*tch (f*cked his—), i can’t make him no madder (no madder)
in my defense, i did not know that was your b*tch, found out after (i found out after)
yeah, yeah, say, that n*gga playin’ a role, he a actor (actor)
said he f*cked my b*tch with no b*tch, so i cackle (cackle)
ayy, swap the wrist, rolex, let ’em know he a trapper (trapper)
yeah, when i put on the ap, it just make me feel too dapper (come on)
ayy, like i need a suit or somethin’, act like i won’t shoot or somethin’
only time me and her in competition, see who first to cum (see who first to cum)
yeah, yeah, forty*six inside a fifty, but it’s still a drum (still a drum)
baby tryna get up with me, tell her she can come (she can come)
105 inside a sixty*five, lil’ baby, i’m on my way (skrrt, skrrt)
know i’m gettin’ that sh*t prepared, it’s just for halloween day (halloween day)
yeah, cross me, then i cross him twice, it’s just my dna (trim)
yeah, leave my main b*tch, then go lay up with my cna (with my doctor)
kids not for babytrill, i told ’em he can play (he through)
he said my dad the ceo, just to see what they say (big backdoor)
yeah, i don’t really be f*ckin’ with rappers, most these n*ggas are gay (they gay)
clean the glass together, warriors come out and play (okay, cool)
[pre*chorus: ceo trayle]
ooh (uh)
yeah (skrrt), yeah (backdoor, backdoor)
yeah, uh

- ceo trayle romano lyrics

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