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drink & drive - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
haha, hahaha
yeah (grrt)
okay, cool, say less (brrt)
coach said (4)
haha (go crazy, ag)
yeah, yeah (uh*huh)
yeah (uh*huh)

[chorus]
the b*tch popped a perc’ but she already fried (already)
ayy, had more than seventy*five goin’ down 75 (on god)
yeah, told the b*tch i drink and drive, it make me feel alive (for real)
yeah, yeah, broke the six down to half, then she took the half (a sixer)
yeah, get a b*tch to pay the half, yeah, this yours to have (i got you)
yeah, got a dark*skin, b*tch, yeah, she thick like sav (like sav)
yeah, brokе the ‘bow down with the math, i was good at math (at math)

[verse]
yeah, put thеse shades on, i can’t see sh*t but f*ckin’ cash (on god)
mm, in the trap house, i don’t see sh*t but f*ckin’ bags (on god)
yeah, in her closet, i don’t see sh*t but f*ckin’ bags (yeah, yeah)
yeah, bet i won’t give no more p*ssy n*ggas no f*ckin’ tags (on god)
yeah, he’s a country boy, so we add the country tax (tax)
yeah, i’m still smokin’ that sh*t, the z stamped on the f*ckin’ pack (f*ckin’ pack)
yeah, made that b*tch come count this money, she thought i wanted cat (frrt, frrt, beep)
glock 19 shoot thunderbolts, call me backdoor thundercat (grrt, baow, baow)
yeah, “you don’t even get on my song, backdoor, what’s up with that?” (what’s up?)
yeah, “d*mn, backdoor, you f*cked my b*tch but i still took her back” (what’s up?)
yeah, yeah, swole pocket shawty (shawty), yeah, his pockets fat (it is)
yeah, got my cousin on conspiracy for cookin’ crack (yeah, for sure)
yeah, f*ckin’ this bad b*tch, she literally f*ckin’ back (on god)
yeah, what the f*ck i’ma do with this? i need more than that (yeah, yeah)
yeah, n*ggas don’t even know he told, he for sure a rat (for sure a rat)
yeah, n*gga, go through that front door ’cause backdoor is back (door is back, yeah)
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
the b*tch popped a perc’ but she already fried (she already fried)
ayy, had more than seventy*five goin’ down 75 (skrrt, vrrom)
yeah, told the b*tch i drink and drive, it make me feel alive (yeah, yeah)
broke the six down to half, then she took the half (broke the sixer)
yeah, get a b*tch to pay the half, yeah, this yours to have (yeah, that’s yours)
yeah, got a dark*skin, b*tch, yeah, she thick like sav (sav)
yeah, broke the ‘bow down with the math, i was good at math (good at math, n*gga)

[outro]
yeah, uh, good at math, n*gga

- ceo trayle lyrics

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