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ceo trayle – hell date lyrics

[intro]
(48hz)
prezzley p.’ll get you popped, n+gga (get your ass popped, boy)

[chorus]
it’s too many fakes ’round, ayy
n+gga, we don’t play, this ain’t the playground
ayy, two hundred shots wrapped in duct tape, what can you say now?
i stay far away from henry county, that’s like the jake town
ayy, i swear to god i’m gone on these b+tches, i can’t wait ’round
my whole objective was to eat, i’m fillin’ up my plate now
i got thirty bucks inside these amiri jeans and i just skate ’round
ayy, ayy, ayy, and if your b+tch an opp, might gun your date down

[verse]
glock to your face, open the safe, n+gga, lay down
fifty bricks to birmingham, alabama off the greyhound
i took them sticks straight up to chiraq and then i stayed ’round
uh, i’m ready for anothеr break+in, took my gate down
take a look at that boy facе, he know i might jump his gate
glock+19, might catch a case
these some fendi sweatpants on my waist
i’m just gon’ call prezzley, that’s my ace
ayy, i don’t f+ck no more, but i f+cked tay
and i can’t calm her down, that b+tch too crazy
she still got my bmi check, pay me
they say that c4 be talkin’ crazy
2013, grady baby
i ain’t seen stunna in a long time, came a long way from blue mercedes
i took his b+tch, swallowed my babies
i’m rich, her boyfriend hook up cable
too many thick horses in my stable
i’m cain and big 4 just like abel
you see me flexin’, it make you angry
huh, how can you blame me?
regular to you, but to camp creek, i’m just like jay+z
and it don’t matter, whatever club i’m in, this b+tch finna get rainy
you couldn’t even see my brothers on that tape, that footage grainy
ayy, he think c4 a p+ssy, he might try to stain me
pour a four of wock’ and smoke a pound of these exotic strainsies
and i had a b+tch, but all my b+tches thought they was gon’ change me
n+gga, you know i trap them bags from washington road all the way to chamblee
[chorus]
it’s too many fakes ’round, ayy
n+gga, we don’t play, this ain’t the playground
ayy, two hundred shots wrapped in duct tape, what can you say now?
i stay far away from henry county, that’s like the jake town
ayy, i swear to god i’m gone on these b+tches, i can’t wait ’round
my whole objective was to eat, i’m fillin’ up my plate now
i got thirty bucks inside these amiri jeans and i just skate ’round
ayy, ayy, ayy, and if your b+tch an opp, might gun your date down

[outro]
you gotta go crazy, you gotta, you know? you know?
yeah, for sure, you just, you know, you just, you know?
you get near, you gotta go crazy, you gotta, you know?
you know, it don’t be no, no handout, n+ggas don’t be try to do no favors
n+ggas be hatin’, n+ggas don’t want n0body to go harder than them or go, or go, you know? get bigger than them
so you gon’ learn this sh+t, these n+ggas be crazy as h+ll, you just gotta go crazy yourself, though
like don’t depend on them, don’t ask no n+gga for, you know what i’m sayin’?
like if that sh+t happen, let that sh+t happen, though
but these n+ggas gettin’, that sh+t, this sh+t gettin’, gettin’ different
like these n+ggas jackson, peaches, and everything like that
you know? it’s gettin’ different
this sh+t gettin’, this sh+t, this sh+t a fool

- ceo trayle lyrics

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