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ceo trayle - 6am in chicago lyrics

[intro]
(stribb on the beat)
yeah
(run that back, vino)
ayy, a broke b+tch make me nauseous, around my way be cautious
around my way we stars (uh, n+gga don’t brush, he floss)

[verse]
jumpin’ out these cars, b+tch, take off your bra
yeah, come count that guap, yeah, n+ggas waitin’ on the drop
ayy, ayy, in biscayne i was parked
n+gga, you can get game when i talk, see that big flame when i spark
bad+ass b+tch, come here (yeah)
real n+gga of the year, yeah
these n+ggas under still, over stand
airport, waitin’ on baby to land
tryin’ my hardest not to f+ck on my fans
thirty shot clip, put a dent in my pants
n+ggas wanna talk about hoes, i can’t (uh)
n+gga, let’s talk about some of that money, maybе we can talk again
ran into the b+tch that i had a spark with and felt a spark again
i don’t lеt my baby boy say he can’t do nothin’, tell him i can
i was used to high speedin’ all the state troopers ’til i bought a new benz
i was countin’ money, you know ben frank my friend (yeah)
hit the bank, make a withdrawal, next day do it again
n+gga, i don’t want no applause, love the b+tch and all her flaws
i was big back with the dogs it was me and savvy in the loft
before i brush my t++th, i floss and after i brush my t++th i floss
ayy, n+gga, watch out for the big crisscross
yeah, i was in love with the b+tch, that’s all
n+ggas ain’t real, so the love dissolve
n+gga, i’ll k!ll for you, you my dog
sh+t get hard, n+ggas jump like frogs and put the trademark in the rose gold stones
n+gga, get back, you don’t know me, holmes
cook crack like when the plug at home
make n+ggas wait like the plug ain’t home
in the kitchen when mama was gone
it’s a carat and a half in my ear, but i’m finna go solitaire
play your cards like it’s solitaire
you know everybody solid here
[outro]
you a p+ssy, let n+gga try you
put the tom ford shirts in the dryer
back to work and build up the empire
three strikes, but i’m not the umpire
i’m not the on my knees type of n+gga
won’t clear the air, neither with you, n+gga
bump into you when i bump into you, n+gga
actin’ like i did somethin’ to you, n+gga
these n+ggas act like the hoes do, hoes actin’ like these n+ggas too
and f+ck sayin’ “excuse me,” i’m pushing through
and soak up this p i was pushin’ too
if he hang with you, then he p+ssy too
a whole bunch of p+ssies, the p+ssy crew
i don’t need no b+tch for no p+ssy too
n+gga broke and he hatin’, got nothin’ to do
yeah, yeah, this lil’ b+tch was somethin’ to do (uh)
i came from the crumbs, now i got the loaf (got that)
where you runnin’ to? get to clappin’ at sh+t when we comin’ through

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