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ceo trayle - love me or not lyrics

[intro]
uh, ask the b+tch do she love me or not (icey, i’m so sick of you)
love me, love me, ask the b+tch do she love me or not (go grizz)
love me or not, do you love me or not?
yeah (ayy, do you love me or not?)
uh (uh)

[verse]
ask the b+tch do she love me or not
if you do, make sure it’s unconditional
l+o+v+e, keepin’ that confidential
i won’t tell her n+gga, she won’t tell my b+tch, that’s the principle (yeah)
dropped out, got richer than the princ+p+l
told the b+tch, “don’t flip out when they mention you”
got the picture cropped out, now she missin’ you
and you know it’s c4 all she listen to
ask her, “bae, where you at?” b+tch, i’m missin’ you
if she need a new ass, then i’m fixin’ you
pull up, hop in the ‘bach what i’m finna do
b+tches walk up on big back, i remember you
i put carats on both of my wrist
set up sh+t, then we buryin’ the b+tch
and these n+ggas preparin’ to switch
i’m like this ’til they put c4 six
i told her, “baby, let’s pop a g6”
let’s go and think about ways to get rich
that’s sh+t was crazy the way they did mitch
play with me, thought i’d take bait, but he missed
told vee, “i don’t like the b+tch ’cause she mixy”
told cuz, “don’t even f+ck her, she sneaky”
she told me, “f+ck me,” she finna delete me
seven days later, she pulled up to eat me
she got a boyfriend, she don’t give a f+ck
she tryna pull up on backdoor
she got a n+gga, she say he ain’t f+ckin’ her right, b+tch, i already know
walked up on me and said, “you put him on”
he told you, “run it back, don’t change the song”
but he didn’t know she textin’ c4 in her phone
i couldn’t help but f+ck her, i know that sh+t wrong
we don’t trip ’bout no b+tch, we was tryna get rich
attin’ me in her album, she sendin’ me pics
and the videos squirtin’ and playin’ with her cl+t
it’s amazing the way that i sway through the 6
when she opened her mouth, she was showin’ me tricks
told her keep this sh+t low ’cause she know it’s a blitz
like right ’round the corner from this, i send that b+tch quick
candles is lit, cut my phone off and handle this sh+t
go to sleep like it’s melatonin
gotta leave, but a win is a win
she caught me in dms with her friend
ain’t explain sh+t to her ’cause i’m him
i’m too up, i’m above like the rim
with my b+tch, i’m just bored in the gym
bought the kids all these toys, i be trim
know some b+tches that’s realer than him
i can’t skip her when she in the skims
just a new york n+gga, no timbs

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