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ceo trayle - valentino nino lyrics

[intro: ceo trayle]
big boss ceo, you know how this sh+t gon’ go
ayy
1080, n+gga, you know how we play it (d+mn, highxlass, i need this one)
for sure

[verse 1: ceo trayle]
had to leave my old b+tch for thinkin’ small+minded (uh)
and my new b+tch wan’ f+ck a b+tch, but i don’t mind it
thirty shot clip on my side like a sidekick, uh (grraow, baow)
i can dior a b+tch, come out them nikes (go)
they say if you adore her, then dior her (dior)
know my b+tch expensive, lil’ n+gga can’t afford her (uh+uh)
big boss, lil’ n+gga, what you tryna fill my void for? (big boss)
bring her back to daddy, but i know that you enjoy her (enjoy)
when the smoke clears, we still gon’ be here (go)
i know that my b+tch gon’ be right there (yeah)
n+gga, i go fendi all my fears (fears), gucci all my gear (my gear)
valentino nino when i step (step)
kiss her on the cheek, i don’t want gloss on my lips (uh+uh)
makeup on my tom ford shirt, l!ck my ear (tom ford)
she like when i talk to her when i’m in it, give her chills (go, go)
she be talkin’ back to me, tellin’ me come here (ayy, be talkin’ back)
and when she walk away, i look at her, be fantasizin’ (be fantasizin’)
bl!ck inside her purse, she think we bonnie, clyde (we bonnie, clyde)
she don’t even follow me on instagram, i think she tryna hide me (huh?)
b+tch, i been a boss, i didn’t wan’ work, they didn’t wan’ hire me
after i f+ck her, buy her cartier, pull her hair, beat it like a f+ckin’ snare
f+ck her with my audemars piguet on, tell her keep it player (ap)
big c4 keep hammers and she love the way i beat the nail (yeah)
she gon’ sleep with trayle (she gon’ sleep with 4)
[verse 2: jb bin laden]
i been lost my mind and i still can’t find it
i know you can’t get that time back, you can’t rewind it (ayy)
bumped her with my skates on, i was out grindin’ (ayy)
she say she in town, i’m around, perfect timing (go)
she know that i play the field like i’m a lineman (go)
she know i’m the real deal and these n+ggas be tryin’ it
she know what i come from, she know i ain’t lyin’ (huh)
she see through the fake sh+t and she ain’t buyin’ it
proud of my accomplishments, i’m proud of her too (go)
got chanaynay and givenchy sh+t, that’s my kind of b+tch (go)
she lookin’ like a snack, she put me onto them racks
put a n+gga in the blender, took that sh+t, i gave her half
took a perc’, i gave her half, i’m finna break her in half (go)
and my lil’ b+tch a boss, you hoes lost, could be the staff
on ig, she don’t post sh+t, she player, she don’t throw fits
don’t tell me ’bout no ho sh+t, promise i don’t wanna know sh+t (no)
sundress with no panties on, hit it, turn the camera on (go)
i’m who she been f+ckin’ on (go), tell fool leave you the f+ck alone
chrome hearts just to touch the chrome, he play, i’ma up the chrome
leave a n+gga right here and walk off like ain’t nothin’ wrong
i cherish the bond way more than the title
told her every time i see you, i wanna bite you (go)
i just wanna f+ck you, baby, i ain’t tryna fight you
she know how i’m bleedin’ like when she get on her cycle

- ceo trayle lyrics

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