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fly w me - ceo trayle & tracy t lyrics

[intro: ceo trayle]
(stribb on the beat)
yeah
yeah

[verse 1: ceo trayle]
come fly with me, b*tch, yeah, come fly with me, b*tch
yeah, said i love that b*tch, but that ain’t what i meant
uh, i love her for her throat, said it’s sore, she need vicks
yeah, i said that at the door, yeah, my name been big backdoor
yeah, you can’t always get money with n*ggas, the n*ggas might be at your throat
uh, at least way more than i told these b*tches, somethin’ you should already know
i can’t love you, bae, i’m scarred, yeah, my whole heart still felt soul
you know the pressure wasn’t nothin’, that’s until mike put his foot in the soap
whoever you don’t like, send a kite and we go
give a f*ck if you like him, i fight him, he broke
n*ggas been bitin’ this sh*t they be talkin’
n*ggas be friendly, they boy been a 4 (yeah)
i seen so many n*ggas eyes*closed, i don’t even wanna go to church no more (yeah)
i got a b*tch, i don’t flirt no more (yeah)
slide through the 6 with the drum on the floor
if she like your ‘fit, be a bum on the ho
and see if she like you after you play broke
i f*ck her so good, she be wantin’ to get choked
can’t front him again ’cause he come a lil’ short
free big bro, sent him boxes of poach
i’ll send a b*tch and she droppin’ the lo’
i don’t even think he was talkin’ to 4
f*ck what you got, this sh*t ’bout who you know
i sent a blitz, dropped a dot to the phone
she drove the maybach, she takin’ me home
don’t use gps, so she say, “where we goin’?”
ayy, shut the f*ck up, bust a right
right here, then bust a left at the light
uh, then go all the way down ’til you can’t go down no more, aight? yeah
these n*ggas takin’ the stand on n*ggas, i hope they doin’ what’s right, yeah
don’t crash out on the plan, young n*gga, ’cause this sh*t bigger than life, 4
[verse 2: tracy t]
yeah, tracy t here, i’ma land on a b*tch
blow out her top, i’ma fan on a b*tch
these hoes under me like i stand on a b*tch
tracy won’t even put a hand on a b*tch
naw, i put my hand in her pocket, yeah
no, i put my hand in her purse, huh
then take off her top, it’s a vert
use your tubes ‘fore you lose ’em, huh
straightforward, don’t confuse him
chocolate rollie and the b*tch too
she probably f*ckin’ ’cause the rent due
baby, f*ck what you been through
flush a b*tch, it’s a restroom
we ain’t goin’ back and forth with you
the devil on me, pray that god with you

[outro: ceo trayle]
(stribb on the beat)
come fly with me, b*tch, yeah, come fly with me, b*tch
yeah, said i love that b*tch, but that ain’t what i meant

- ceo trayle tracy t lyrics

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