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ceo trayle & king hendrick$ - head from a rap bitch lyrics

[intro]
(not these guys)

[verse 1: ceo trayle]
head from a rap b+tch, p+ssy from a singer (yeah)
naw, b+tch, these kapital, this is not the wrangler
f+cked the b+tch and ain’t reply, couple months, now i’m a stranger
she wan’ bust my windows out, do that out of anger
love the way i paint her face, she call me a painter
baby such a good girl, big backdoor might taint her
thousand pounds comin’ in, brought it on a tanker
f+ck around with backdoor money, you in danger
junkies hit the beeper, junkies hit the pager
kicked her out, she talk astrology, this b+tch here a sager
no, i’m not a superhero, b+tch, i couldn’t save her
she love the way i kick the p, she say i’m kickin’ flavor
said this sh+t too d+mn strong, said the neighbors
divorce the lil’ b+tch, i’m tryna give the b+tch papers
i’m married to the money, i’m in love with the paper
ayy, you n+ggas smokin’ bullsh+t, grabba with the paper
yeah, yeah, me and my twin, we like mario, luigi
she love me, tryna squeeze me, she clean up like a squeegee
my brother down the road, he got a custom+made fifi
the labelhead white, think he know me just ’cause bet
i’m sick just like the cdc, remember days of ebt
kicked him out the spot just ’cause the p+ssy couldn’t keep it g
f+cked a n+gga b+tch, it hurt him bad, he couldn’t even keep it p
you need some 3d goggles if you plan on seeing me
yeah, yeah, triple cross, p+ssy n+gga, i’m goin’ three for three
make a b+tch pay to see this sh+t, i’m talkin’ ppv
i give the b+tch a thousand dollars a date, act like this edd
i bought my son amiri, but i bought the b+tch some louis v
yeah, n+gga, you don’t know me, tryna act like you cool with me
womb to the tomb with me, mask like mf doom with me
still got two for five, yeah, that mean that you get two a piece
yeah, popped a perc’, i’m high, b+tch, you can’t come to the moon with me
the b+tch wanna leave backdoor, said she through with me
yeah, stupid b+tch won’t even leave, stupid b+tch tryna leave her keys
the stupid b+tch sad ’cause larry said let’s go tour overseas
b+tch, we don’t even go together, how the f+ck you gon’ go with me?
you can come shop now, i got the f+ckin’ store with me
i’ll treat a fat b+tch just like professor oglevee
b+tch, i’m the one, that’s before the f+ckin’ two and three
no f+ckin’ ass, got the nerve to have some double d’s
yeah, yeah, b+tch got the nerve to say she f+ckin’ me
yeah, got a glock, but you know i gotta tuck it deep
[interlude: king hendrick$]
yeah, you know
ayy, you know

[verse 2: king hendrick$]
yeah, rolls on, fours on, stove on, load gone
every single l!ck that pull up mine, i got a gold phone
n+ggas, they get shot up every day ’cause who they told on
two, three+hour wait to pop the safe, i punch the code wrong
yeah, p time, strip club, me time
migo rich as h+ll, he feed informants to the feline
i could drop a chicken in the pot, we call that deep fryin’
ride inside a maybach, this b+tch don’t even got the peace sign
yeah, i go trap in prichard, that’s a girl town
dare a n+gga play, that be the day we shut the world down
like f+ck life, dope on my b+tter knife
way she throw it back, i can’t even hold my cup right
when you mob, they do the hit for free, that’s bruh price
i got four pints of syrup, drink that sh+t like bud lite, yeah
pourin’ up a big cup, drink that sh+t like s.u.c.
catch a ho like pokémon, ‘bows in the suv
got some head from this rap ho, she put the kid to sleep
bank account start with 702 like lv
you petty ballin’, n+gga, she never callin’
i made like double in ot, ain’t have to sell, i’m all in
i hit the spot, open the closet up, it’s cheddar fallin’
the plug own the restaurant, his mama sell tamales

- ceo trayle king hendrick lyrics

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