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ceo trayle - dior store lyrics

[intro]
i was just inside the dior store, uh

[chorus]
i was just inside the dior store, uh
ran into a b+tch i don’t f+ck no more, ayy
broski got a six, i’m gon’ pour a four, ayy
how these n+ggas don’t know ’bout mr. backdoor? ayy, uh
i was just inside the dior store, yeah, uh
ran into a b+tch i don’t f+ck no more, ayy, ayy
ceo trayle, backdoor, or mr. c4, ayy
if you see an opp, then, n+gga, you better score
[verse]
i was just inside the dior store, yeah
i’m a backdoor kicker, you know i had black air force, ayy, ayy
know she gave me that p+ssy, i use no force, ayy, ayy
i was whippin’ up all that skrrt, i use a fork
i was just inside the dior store, ayy, ayy
mr. backdoor, you look aggressive, now n+ggas tryna treat me special
ziggin’, n+gga keep tryna get next to
i’m prayin’ the lord just blеss you, yeah
money goin’ up, move around dеcimals
promise i’m not the one you wan’ step to
i told a b+tch she ain’t sh+t special
ain’t even better than none of these drugs
same old sh+t when i first met you
out to get you, this could’ve been us, uh
say c4, you hot like a kettle
a couple f+ck n+ggas say i fell off
inside my trackhawk, they get hawked
how you gon’ k!ll a player with salt?
any outstanding debt, i’m payin’ it off
wasn’t workin’, i’m layin’ it off
sh+t was just workin’, i didn’t even plan this at all
stepped right into bein’ a boss, yeah
big ol’ backdoor, he the kicker, you know this
n+gga bein’ a b+tch, i hope you knock it off
if i’m feelin’ your threat, then i might knock it off
i was passin’ the pau gasol
n+gga, i want us all to ball
you on the court, you ought to ball
he switched the plays, he audible
reload the clips and flip the car
i play this b+tch, this just guitar
she say she like me because i’m tall
told that b+tch don’t speak, don’t talk
i like it shake whenever she walk
i was just inside the dior store, go
it was a couple n+ggas i don’t see no more, uh
n+ggas mad ’cause i’m really big ol’ backdoor, yeah
glizzy, glizzy, two five+sevens with green tips, of course
uh, uh, .223s, they say, “come here, it’s nice to meet ya”
i trapped that off the meter
beat that p+ssy, peter
this kushy, get the green jar
the lean bottles all in my car
chinese b+tch, ching+chong
her name min yong
backdoor like king kong, rich as steve jobs
i f+cked her, yeah, she don’t mean nothin’
she didn’t even throw me nothin’
i treat labels like they owe me somethin’
like ever since i was young
it’s payback time, i laid the ak down
so, n+gga, don’t try to run
uh, it was just me and dun
n+gga cross me, you’re done
out the slums, this just red rum, all my bread and crumbs
my lil’ son, he got money comin’, let that money come
me and this b+tch, we will not f+ck no more, she didn’t make me cum, it’s 4
[chorus]
i was just inside the dior store, uh
ran into a b+tch that i don’t f+ck no more, ayy, uh
broski got a six, i’m gon’ pour a four, ayy, uh
how these n+ggas don’t know ’bout mr. backdoor? ayy, uh
i was just inside the dior store, uh
ran into a b+tch that i don’t f+ck no more, ayy, uh
broski got a six, i’m gon’ pour a four, ayy, uh
how these n+ggas don’t know ’bout mr. backdoor? ayy, uh

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