CEO Trayle - Publishing lyrics
[CEO Trayle - Publishing lyrics]
Worried 'bout my royalties and publishing
My cover arts and selling seats
I'm not havin' no time for fuckin' freaks
Curtains up 'cause it been
Showtime for fuckin' weeks
I need a slut that I know
Mine to fuck her deep
Ayy, uh, Just like Money Mitch whenever
I touch the streets
Clock punchin'-ass, pumpin' gas underneath
Glock punch your ass and
Put your ass underneath
You ain't got my number, you can't call me
You can't fuckin' reach
Where your reach go?
Graow, baow through the peephole
Know that it's a fire 'cause you seen smoke
Don't know what shoes I'ma wear
With this Celine coat you ain't know?
Ballin' for so long like, motherfucker
I should've been pro
I don't like niggas, this shit Jim Crow
I sip slow
She should not talk back to a pimp, though
She didn't know he a cop car, Winslow
He don't let his friends glo
Gen5, not Gen4, not C5, it's C4
Worried 'bout my royalties and publishing
My cover arts and selling seats
I'm not havin' no time for fuckin' freaks
Curtains up 'cause it been
Showtime for fuckin' weeks
I need a slut that I know
Mine to fuck her deep
I just need a slut that I know mines
Tell her she so fine ain't seen him
He got blowed down close to the goal line
And my country cousin grow pine
That shit a goldmine
She was goin' way too fast
Told her to slow down buttons in the car
I don't know what they do
Put this on my ma, if you run up, I'ma shoot
I'ma set this bitch on fire whenever
I step in this booth
Record in front of everybody
They shut up when I do seen that money rain
I was Ace inside the cleaners first
You can dream, still gotta do the work
Bitch say I'm a flirt
But these bitches say I'm mean as fuck
Clean as fuck
Got my car from Scottie, told him beam me up
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Worried 'bout my royalties and publishing
My cover arts and selling seats
I'm not havin' no time for fuckin' freaks
Curtains up 'cause it been
Showtime for fuckin' weeks
I need a slut that I know
Mine to fuck her deep
Worried 'bout my royalties and publishing
My cover arts and selling seats
I'm not havin' no time for fuckin' freaks
Curtains up 'cause it been
Showtime for fuckin' weeks
I need a slut that I know
Mine to fuck her deep
My cover arts and selling seats
I'm not havin' no time for fuckin' freaks
Curtains up 'cause it been
Showtime for fuckin' weeks
I need a slut that I know
Mine to fuck her deep
Ayy, uh, Just like Money Mitch whenever
I touch the streets
Clock punchin'-ass, pumpin' gas underneath
Glock punch your ass and
Put your ass underneath
You ain't got my number, you can't call me
You can't fuckin' reach
Where your reach go?
Graow, baow through the peephole
Know that it's a fire 'cause you seen smoke
Don't know what shoes I'ma wear
With this Celine coat you ain't know?
Ballin' for so long like, motherfucker
I should've been pro
I don't like niggas, this shit Jim Crow
I sip slow
She should not talk back to a pimp, though
She didn't know he a cop car, Winslow
He don't let his friends glo
Gen5, not Gen4, not C5, it's C4
Worried 'bout my royalties and publishing
My cover arts and selling seats
I'm not havin' no time for fuckin' freaks
Curtains up 'cause it been
Showtime for fuckin' weeks
I need a slut that I know
Mine to fuck her deep
I just need a slut that I know mines
Tell her she so fine ain't seen him
He got blowed down close to the goal line
And my country cousin grow pine
That shit a goldmine
She was goin' way too fast
Told her to slow down buttons in the car
I don't know what they do
Put this on my ma, if you run up, I'ma shoot
I'ma set this bitch on fire whenever
I step in this booth
Record in front of everybody
They shut up when I do seen that money rain
I was Ace inside the cleaners first
You can dream, still gotta do the work
Bitch say I'm a flirt
But these bitches say I'm mean as fuck
Clean as fuck
Got my car from Scottie, told him beam me up
4
Worried 'bout my royalties and publishing
My cover arts and selling seats
I'm not havin' no time for fuckin' freaks
Curtains up 'cause it been
Showtime for fuckin' weeks
I need a slut that I know
Mine to fuck her deep
Worried 'bout my royalties and publishing
My cover arts and selling seats
I'm not havin' no time for fuckin' freaks
Curtains up 'cause it been
Showtime for fuckin' weeks
I need a slut that I know
Mine to fuck her deep