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throwing fits - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
(stribb on the beat)
uh, uh, yeah
if my jit throwin’ fits
yeah
yeah

[verse]
if my jit throwin’ fits, his daddy, he fresh as f*ck on a b*tch, uh
naw, i ain’t really want this b*tch, she was just suckin’ this d*ck, ayy
naw, kick the b*tch out this vip, this b*tch think she the sh*t, ayy
he goin’ broke and he tryna keep up, if i’m ceo, what you signin’ me for?
baby 4, watch him go in and out of the door
i reminisce of me standin’ in the trap, they bang and knock on the door
yeah, blew a kiss at my lil’ wh0re, uh
she caught it and rolled down her titties for sure
they were waiting on me to come kick in the door
i f*cked the b*tch like i ain’t f*cked her before, uh
‘member we slept on floors
remember he had crept in on the side of the house
and i was in front waitin’ on them to come out
b*tch, you better get my food right the first time or my b*tch cussin’ you out
n*ggas was dyin’, we the ones doin’ the k!llin’, we the ones uppin’ the count
and before i’m done, i’m stackin’ this sh*t to the ceiling, the f*ck is you talkin’ about, shorty?
chop on the back of the couch, i got a 40
b*tch hold my hand when i walk ’round the house
that n*gga a man? all he showed you was mouth
when sh*t hit the fan, who gon’ really be down?
all these b*tches, they say they remember me now
b*tch think i’m eatin’ that p*ssy
tell the b*tch backdoor, he don’t eat out
you don’t wanna kiss me, baby
right before i left the house, my b*tch spit in my mouth
you know the rent need payment
if you ain’t havin’ that paper, they kickin’ you out
d*mn, when sh*t get shaky i won’t let none of these f*ck n*ggas break me
that n*gga died, he came in tryna take me
i was listenin’ to gucci and rock, yeah, that sh*t kinda shaped me
i was with metro right ‘fore he had popped, n*gga, that sh*t inspiration, uh
talk to these folks for some hundreds of millions or trap out the vacant
really, i don’t give a f*ck, this sh*t all ’bout the money ’cause this sh*t over here shaky
yeah, f*ck n*gga talkin’ to 12, f*ck n*gga smellin’ like bacon
yeah, i ain’t never stole nothin’ from no n*gga, looked in they eyes and i take it
uh, he waitin’ on 4 to fall off, he in disguise and he waitin’
these b*tches makin’ me sick like a patient, move all this money, now that’s a migration
this b*tch p*ssy too good, but she do voodoo, you know this b*tch haitian
play with backdoor, when i up it, he poof, i’m tryna go gamble in vegas, yeah
i’m with the robbers, the dealers, the 304s and the trappers and takers
i’m with the strippers and i’m with the b*tches with bottles in front of they faces
this b*tch tryna get balenciaga, b*tch better order some asics, yeah
crossin’ the t’s, dottin’ the i’s, fillin’ up all of them sp*ces
i double cup when i drop my lil’ boy off to school, now that sh*t is outrageous, yeah
i write a book on this sh*t, naw, for real, you gotta flip through the pages

- ceo trayle lyrics

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