CEO Trayle - Head Doctor lyrics
[CEO Trayle - Head Doctor lyrics]
Yeah baby, baby, buy you red bottoms
Yeah
Uh, baby, buy you red bottoms
I just hope you turn into a head doctor
Fuck them other hoes and what
They say about you, Uh
Nigga play with you, bet I
See red 'bout you, Yeah
Overly P how I'm gon' play it, got you
Yeah
I kick it cool, but I'm not playin' soccer
Uh someone clear the roster
Who that? He an imposter (Huh?)
Steak and shrimp my pasta
The world is yours, wrote it on a blimp
Don dada he such a good father
He ain't have no father
Slippers gold, Balenciaga, slippers count
That's like my model pTSD trauma
Thirty shots inside that Glock
This not the XD model
I just went hard, I didn't say, "Bless me
Father"
Father, forgive me, just a semi-auto
762s out this Draco
They'll lift your car up
You know I'm a superstar, my
Hoodie on, they spot him, Uh
More money, more problems
Having problems money can't fix
I just can't quit
Told a bitch she ain't shit
Talked all that shit and can't take dick
(Lyin'-ass bitch)
Bitch, I walk like I'm rich
Talk like I know I'm the shit
From a dime to a brick
Had to re-up, take a trip
Bitch, I'm back on
Need my bitch, she like my backbone
These niggas be hatin', baby
You know I'm comin' back home
Yeah, uh, you can't hit
This 'Wood, lil' nigga
That shit that strong
Made a list of all my songs
That shit that long
Man, the clip that switch if he act wrong
Ayy, ain't snitch like Taxstone
Big C4 that crack flow
Suck this dick, don't act slow
Uh, straight to hell where the rats go
My Amiris holdin' rubber banded bankrolls
All that work out in the
Gym and I ain't swole
Yeah, I won't ever spend no
Money on these stank hoes
Prada Papi, pop it Prada Kangol
Yeah, you ain't name a motherfuckin'
Place I can't go, Uh
Know that this a Hellcat Durango
Took his chain and he got up askin'
"Where my chain go?"
You must think some gold at
The end of that rainbow
Opp side cliquin' up
Been murkin' shit like Saints Row ayy, ayy
Hold your blicky up if nigga
Ain't gon' take yours
Niggas steady dyin' 'bout these
Blocks that ain't yours nigga, Big Folks
Double-R, big Rolls standin' on my ten toes
Put my back to it, kick door
Nigga, that's how shit go
(Kap, your name's on the beat)
Nigga, that's how shit go big Folks
Big 4
Yeah
Uh, baby, buy you red bottoms
I just hope you turn into a head doctor
Fuck them other hoes and what
They say about you, Uh
Nigga play with you, bet I
See red 'bout you, Yeah
Overly P how I'm gon' play it, got you
Yeah
I kick it cool, but I'm not playin' soccer
Uh someone clear the roster
Who that? He an imposter (Huh?)
Steak and shrimp my pasta
The world is yours, wrote it on a blimp
Don dada he such a good father
He ain't have no father
Slippers gold, Balenciaga, slippers count
That's like my model pTSD trauma
Thirty shots inside that Glock
This not the XD model
I just went hard, I didn't say, "Bless me
Father"
Father, forgive me, just a semi-auto
762s out this Draco
They'll lift your car up
You know I'm a superstar, my
Hoodie on, they spot him, Uh
More money, more problems
Having problems money can't fix
I just can't quit
Told a bitch she ain't shit
Talked all that shit and can't take dick
(Lyin'-ass bitch)
Bitch, I walk like I'm rich
Talk like I know I'm the shit
From a dime to a brick
Had to re-up, take a trip
Bitch, I'm back on
Need my bitch, she like my backbone
These niggas be hatin', baby
You know I'm comin' back home
Yeah, uh, you can't hit
This 'Wood, lil' nigga
That shit that strong
Made a list of all my songs
That shit that long
Man, the clip that switch if he act wrong
Ayy, ain't snitch like Taxstone
Big C4 that crack flow
Suck this dick, don't act slow
Uh, straight to hell where the rats go
My Amiris holdin' rubber banded bankrolls
All that work out in the
Gym and I ain't swole
Yeah, I won't ever spend no
Money on these stank hoes
Prada Papi, pop it Prada Kangol
Yeah, you ain't name a motherfuckin'
Place I can't go, Uh
Know that this a Hellcat Durango
Took his chain and he got up askin'
"Where my chain go?"
You must think some gold at
The end of that rainbow
Opp side cliquin' up
Been murkin' shit like Saints Row ayy, ayy
Hold your blicky up if nigga
Ain't gon' take yours
Niggas steady dyin' 'bout these
Blocks that ain't yours nigga, Big Folks
Double-R, big Rolls standin' on my ten toes
Put my back to it, kick door
Nigga, that's how shit go
(Kap, your name's on the beat)
Nigga, that's how shit go big Folks
Big 4