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ceo trayle - too many secrets lyrics

[chorus]
ayy, it’s a stickup, n+gga, freeze
i think she came from overseas
i found that b+tch wasn’t good for me ’cause p’s was waitin’ on p’s
she said, “don’t leave me, c4, please”
hey, these cars ain’t got no keys
said the barber, i cut his jeans
but still he had got away from a sting (run that back, turbo)
you might say they skinny, fit my glock inside these jeans
ayy, ayy, you may say she pretty, i just think she need to eat
it’s a serious situation, bro, stop puttin’ that sh+t on pete
we don’t share locations, she just tell me where to meet

[verse]
we just fox 5 n+ggas, leave ’em in the street
ayy, i can’t hide, i’m still outside, you must can’t see
make sure i score, my glock two+three
uh, ski mask and a beanie
ayy, drop, c4, streets really need it
that day, a hundred shots, that’s repeated
really ain’t too many secrets
big ol’ backdoor somethin’ like jeepers creepers
said clear out these n+ggas and keep the eaters
big c4 the evilest, huh
better get ready, ’cause here he comes
say his name three times, hit the blunt
ayy, watch backdoor pull in the front
ayy, n+gga, don’t call me, what you want?
ayy, in the county, in the joint
my bank account was still big pun
i can’t even count this all at once
happy halloween, you sl+ts
i don’t think i ever keep the fronts
she asked me pay for her b+tt
i told that b+tch to find a plug
i’m by myself, it ain’t no love
i’m backdoor with a thanos glove
b+tch said she can’t date no scrub
i said i can’t kick my cup
ayy, i ain’t datin’ none these b+tches, but i ain’t date myself
and when we went in there, got them guns, kept a k for myself
ayy, ayy, i was at my lil’ b+tch crib, got my k on her shelf
and then i go and lay on her ’cause she can’t lay on herself
ayy, i didn’t need none of these n+ggas, i was doin’ straight by myself
and you can’t smoke what we be smokin’, guess you hate my top shelf
hey, in these black door+kickers, like a ninja, i got stealth
this money keep comin’ like it’s a printer, print it myself
the last time i needed, they was greedy, they ain’t care
i gave five extra pounds to bell, and sh+t had still end up goin’ left
n+gga, i’m a frigidaire
ayy, i ended up kickin’ it anyway, wasn’t supposed to run in there
really could be judgement any day, so let’s just be prepared
know i shared with a couple n+ggas that never even share
still send that pape’, take care her feet and nails
if you didn’t want to be caught, you wouldn’t be leavin’ trails
i was in that kitchen with that fork, backdoor didn’t need a shelf
rocks, helmet ain’t even his
backdoor kick same way for years
it’s really no need for the tears
they tellin’ me bow for all the cheers
[chorus]
ayy, it’s a stickup, n+gga, freeze
i think she came from overseas
i found that b+tch wasn’t good for me ’cause p’s was waitin’ on p’s
she said, “don’t leave me, c4, please”
hey, these cars ain’t got no keys
said the barber, i cut his jeans
but still he had got away from a sting
you might say they skinny, fit my glock inside these jeans
ayy, ayy, you may say she pretty, i just think she need to eat
it’s a serious situation, bro, stop puttin’ that sh+t on pete
we don’t share locations, she just tell me where to meet

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