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ceo trayle - designer socks lyrics

[intro]
(48hz)
48hz, forty+eight pounds
four hundred forty+eight, get ’em gone now (prezzley p.’ll get you popped, n+gga, get your ass popped, boy)
go, go (yeah)
ayy (ayy), ayy, ayy (for sure)
ayy, ayy, ayy (yeah)
yeah, yeah (go, go)

[verse]
cuffs in my pants, you see my designer socks
big boss c4, i come back and buy the block
always knew you could clean any situation long as you had a mop, ayy
high+speed on the cops, check a check in ’til i drop, uh
my fingers get to itchin’, uh
i still remember pitchin’
i didn’t have a mysp+ce, but i still had the b+tches
ain’t gon’ get no money with this rap sh+t, n+gga, you don’t know this business
gave the pack, he fumbled, takе him out, tore his achilles
i’m my guardian angel, a shark in thе tanker
we robbed him, he bankrupt, one day last year mid+april
4 got rap money, i’m no longer robbin’, n+ggas should be thankful
uh, catch me kickin’ it with pharmacists and street bankers
got them n+ggas up off your brother ass, but he thanked us
n+ggas don’t really wanna go outside with me, he dangerous
adderall, percocets sneakin’ up on me
and i can’t let none of my n+ggas be my opponents
we all gon’ get the chonies
backdoor kicker, oh, for surely
glock 19 in my left hand while i’m recording
ask him how he know about me, ’cause his b+tch adore me
uh, i don’t want your b+tch, lil’ bro, she can’t do nothin’ for me
every b+tch come with p+ssy, i need some more cheese
n+gga, we rollin’ big bumbles, we need some more trees
n+gga heard my music, stuck like crack, big c4 morphine
and she ain’t suck my d+ck, she jawed the team
n+gga get money, got more to bring
b+tch keep droppin’ hints, tryna make me get some sort of ring
now i pull a trackhawk on that block where i used to be loitering
twenty+seven carats in my wrist, call bugs bunny
but them ain’t all my carats, three more in my ring
i don’t know where you been, but gettin’ this money, that’s sorta our thing
paperboy charlie, game f+cked up, f+ckboy tryna join our team
z money ski still ski, you get thirty shots, these still free
bangin’ on pots, i was young, like three
came from sh+t, i’m free, watched my son turn three
ayy, and i don’t got a drink for a b+tch, but we s+x on the beach
big 4 wearin’ these prada sandals, i keep gettin’ sand on my feet
do my dirt all by myself ’cause they might take the stand on me
percocet got me itchin’, adderall got me focusing (go)
i take my b+tch to the spot, vitamin d
old family friends hate this, they don’t even like her with me
pullin’ up to granny spot, i’m keepin’ my pipe on the seat
n+gga, my hood a dark zone, no lights on the street
ayy, a hundred shots’ll make the whole block hot like texas pete
the first thing that b+tch do is look at my wrist, then look at my feet
hey, i’m just now wakin’ these f+ck n+ggas up, a lot of you n+ggas been sleep
ayy, i can’t go wrong with prezzley p. on my beat, go

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