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lirik lagu vacant house – ceo trayle

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[intro]
(48 hertz)
ayy
yeah
for sure
(prezzley p.’ll get you popped, n*gga, get your ass popped, boy)
get you popped (prezzley p.’ll get you popped, n*gga)
ayy

[verse]
n*ggas know i’ma trap out the vacant
and you know once you trapped, no escaping
up the strap ’cause i ain’t sh*t to play with
n*gga said i remind him of radric
ayy, i was whippin’ the porsche on the highway
gotta know i was flippin’ the gauges
ayy, and i’m finally goin’ on tour
when they let all my dogs out the cages
ayy, n*gga, you ain’t gettin’ no paper, uh
we can’t conversate it
send a sniper to confiscate you
you think she’ll let mе f*ck, no date?
you think she’ll come and suck all day?
shе don’t even know my name like tray
big ceo trayle, b*tch
i was countin’ money, eatin’ kales, b*tch
i was eatin’ salmon and mac
ayy, they say i need a crown for the trap
it was lost, but i’m bringin’ it back
he an opp, then we swingin’ the tec, ayy
walk *own shooter, so you know trayle ain’t ever gon’ sneak from the back
ayy, i’m a nighttime mover, full time shooter, i like my car color black
n*gga like me, i’ma fire up the weed
broke n*gga, he’ll spark up a black
i’m the type n*gga gon’ pay all the fee
broke n*gga gon’ argue the check
i’m the type n*gga don’t argue with b*tches
broke n*gga gon’ argue with that
i’m the type n*gga pop percs all day
still eatin’, but, n*gga, i’m just not gettin’ fat
earlier, i popped a ten, when it wore off, i popped a thirty
these n*ggas act like they only wanna see me win, but i told ’em cut it
ayy, dropped off a package, b*tch, same time picked ben up, then i skrrted
ayy, and i do mathematics, but back when i was in school, b*tch, i used to cut it
look at my wrist, we flooded
look at my b*tch, wanna f*ck her, don’t you?
n*ggas only want my b*tch ’cause she my b*tch, you know that’s f*cked up, don’t you?
n*gga, i be foreign car drag car racin’
ayy, uno for the drip, call jason
i ain’t even f*ck that b*tch, she was in my ho instagram dms hatin’
ayy, somethin’ like a mental patient
n*gga, talk sh*t, ak it, ayy
or we ain’t talkin’ bricks, stop playin’, ayy
or we could boss sh*t, stop playin’
you know how much i done made off white sand?
rob me, that’s the wrong n*gga, right plan
comeback kid, get ’em quick like sand
and i move a big white b*tch worth xan’
n*gga get money, but he got no plan
room full of real n*ggas, and i bet you can’t spot your mans
i been poppin’ percs since 2013, as of now, can’t pop no xans
these n*ggas flex, doin’ all this and that, best believe them is not your bands
still ain’t did nothin’, n*gga popped your mans
i was trappin’ out the taco stand
ayy, get popped, bein’ macho man
ayy, big glock if you not no fan
big ceo put a b*tch in a trance
ayy, n*gga, send cash first
’cause i’m tryna get paid in advance, ayy
he feelin’ bad ’cause i got me a stick and that boy got a knife in his hand

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