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lirik lagu everybody eats – ceo trayle

everybody eats lyrics
[intro]
(d*mn, highxlass, i need this one)
ayy
ayy

[verse]
everybody eats, f*ck forgiveness, bring the beef
n*gga ask what i need, you was talk, but talk is cheap
n*gga, i’m the big boss ceo, i need my seat
ayy, ayy, when i white chalk me a n*gga, make sure i creep
ayy, ayy, show my t**th ’cause i’m a motherf*ckin’ monster
got my first p, went to the trap, then went bonkers
big ceo the ski, n*gga, don’t ask, you know the fee
ayy, n*gga, you know that pole with me
ayy, sip this drank, can’t pour with me
yeah, and this draco a mini, let’s go shoot a film
ayy, thought i had another victim, but it wasn’t him
ayy, n*gga out pushin’ weights to beat the system, i don’t know the gym
one phone call, that’s all, ken nugent go get broski out the jam
ayy, n*gga don’t throw no rocks and hide your hand, your house is glass
uh, go catch that interception, act like we got shoulder pads
after all of this progression, i’ma act like i don’t know your ass
ayy, n*gga tried bring fake wock’ and i sniffed it, it was ass
ayy, n*gga, only the members call him pluto, but you call him cass
ayy, these n*ggas don’t never see big c4, he behind a mask
better let lil’ n*gga out that window, he gon’ blow your ass
go teach my lil’ bro how to fish, i take lil’ bro to class
uh, n*gga look at me, well, i’m lookin’ back
ayy, ayy, ayy, all i know is we shoot first, no shootin’ back
pull up, grrt, skrrt, get up outta there, they like, “who was that?”
and they don’t know, now these bodies on the floor, what you gon’ do with that?
ayy, uh, givin’ info to the feds, what you gon’ do ’bout that
ayy, uh, n*gga ain’t movin’ with his head, we don’t move like that
ayy, uh, big pluto drivin’ and he shootin’, how you do sh*t like that?
i just stay down and wait my turn, i ain’t hit no l!ck like that
get me, i’ma get right back, move some sh*t around like mack
i was recordin’ on windows 95, i ain’t never like mac
i was the young n*gga with the pies and they ain’t like that
n*gga call me, he talkin’ crazy, hang up, call four*nick right back
n*ggas know this sh*t get like that
if you don’t move around with them shooters, n*ggas get hit like that
ayy, these n*ggas be steady ig poppin’, i send hits like that
told my n*ggas don’t bring around no bobby, sh*t get mixed like that
i woke up, looked over at that mini, told that b*tch, “i love you”
make sure i tell my n*ggas i love ’em, can’t forget to hug you
ayy, l’s, turn them b*tches to v’s into w’s
everybody in this b*tch with me, this the jungle

- ceo trayle

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