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CEO Trayle - Barter 6 Lyrics

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CEO Trayle - Barter 6 Lyrics




It's a go it's a go
Big Backdoor big C4
Steady standin' on this business 1080

Steady standin' on this business
Catch me if I'm ever slippin'
She think she my bestie
I got thirty other bitches
I was steady rerockin' work in mama kitchen
Change the Glock up just like my clothes
Might get a sentence
Whip it 'til it rock up
Ayy, slam that door, Get out my business
I was switchin' pots up
Switchin' different bitches in and
Off a nigga roster
Bitch better not make C4 spaghetti
I don't want no pasta
They steady askin' why he always
Come out with that chopper
I'm steady trappin' in that hallway 'til
I get my guap up
They see I'm havin' and they doubted me
So now they pop up
F*ck that bitch in Opa-Locka
Fixin' up my shoulder posture
I need some more Percocets and lean
That's what I told the doctor
I just bought that bitch some new Celine
And now she call me papa
Wakin' all these folks the f*ck
Up, I walk in, Act like they know us
Couple blickies in that sofa
Make sure he die, This shit ain't over
Yeah, yeah, Keep my friends close and
Keep the oppers closer
Up the Glock and raise the score up
Rest in peace my brothers that ain't here
So C4 pour up hundred thousand on me
I'm still waitin' on my
McDonalds to show up
Sell out the arena, put me on a poster
You came to plot doin' what I'm 'posed to
And if the police get behind me
I'ma f*ck the road up
So bitch, don't ask me come and get you
Take a Lyft over
Pull this shit up, C4 kill whatever sent over
He got mad because he saw
His lil' bitch bent over
Iced the cross out like a Christian
But my cup colder
C4 slide, then I pulled off
I had the window rolled up
Broke as f*ck, you ain't got no weed
You waitin' on me to roll up
And if you stuck, don't count on me
These niggas still be older
Walk in the crib, You see the scales and see
The bricks and boulders
I don't think he thought that I can do it
So I had to show him
You can ask Nuri to put that
Black ski mask on and perform
After she go suck on the tit's
She come lick on the charm
You gotta be better than this, I'm Big C4
Uh uh you tried to get at me, you missin'
Now them soldiers come
These niggas look at me and now
They know they know a bomb
B-O-M-B, know I'm gon' blow
They think they supposed to come
Think that I wrote down all this shit
So I expose it for 'em
Must don't know they call C4 the chosen one
I love big backdoors and guns
Do it in his face just to prove it to him
I was workin'
I don't know what the f*ck you was doin'
How you seem Michael Jordan, Patrick Ewing
Larry Bird, Stephen Curry, Kevin Durant
Judge gave me my sentence
Said it's court adjourned
I'm a student of the game
Know I got more to learn
Try to get off on Big Backdoor, then nigga
You supposed to burn
Ayy, ayy, put his ashes in this urn
I been waitin' on my turn, C4
(Yeah)
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English

It's a go it's a go
Big Backdoor big C4
Steady standin' on this business 1080

Steady standin' on this business
Catch me if I'm ever slippin'
She think she my bestie
I got thirty other bitches
I was steady rerockin' work in mama kitchen
Change the Glock up just like my clothes
Might get a sentence
Whip it 'til it rock up
Ayy, slam that door, Get out my business
I was switchin' pots up
Switchin' different bitches in and
Off a nigga roster
Bitch better not make C4 spaghetti
I don't want no pasta
They steady askin' why he always
Come out with that chopper
I'm steady trappin' in that hallway 'til
I get my guap up
They see I'm havin' and they doubted me
So now they pop up
F*ck that bitch in Opa-Locka
Fixin' up my shoulder posture
I need some more Percocets and lean
That's what I told the doctor
I just bought that bitch some new Celine
And now she call me papa
Wakin' all these folks the f*ck
Up, I walk in, Act like they know us
Couple blickies in that sofa
Make sure he die, This shit ain't over
Yeah, yeah, Keep my friends close and
Keep the oppers closer
Up the Glock and raise the score up
Rest in peace my brothers that ain't here
So C4 pour up hundred thousand on me
I'm still waitin' on my
McDonalds to show up
Sell out the arena, put me on a poster
You came to plot doin' what I'm 'posed to
And if the police get behind me
I'ma f*ck the road up
So bitch, don't ask me come and get you
Take a Lyft over
Pull this shit up, C4 kill whatever sent over
He got mad because he saw
His lil' bitch bent over
Iced the cross out like a Christian
But my cup colder
C4 slide, then I pulled off
I had the window rolled up
Broke as f*ck, you ain't got no weed
You waitin' on me to roll up
And if you stuck, don't count on me
These niggas still be older
Walk in the crib, You see the scales and see
The bricks and boulders
I don't think he thought that I can do it
So I had to show him
You can ask Nuri to put that
Black ski mask on and perform
After she go suck on the tit's
She come lick on the charm
You gotta be better than this, I'm Big C4
Uh uh you tried to get at me, you missin'
Now them soldiers come
These niggas look at me and now
They know they know a bomb
B-O-M-B, know I'm gon' blow
They think they supposed to come
Think that I wrote down all this shit
So I expose it for 'em
Must don't know they call C4 the chosen one
I love big backdoors and guns
Do it in his face just to prove it to him
I was workin'
I don't know what the f*ck you was doin'
How you seem Michael Jordan, Patrick Ewing
Larry Bird, Stephen Curry, Kevin Durant
Judge gave me my sentence
Said it's court adjourned
I'm a student of the game
Know I got more to learn
Try to get off on Big Backdoor, then nigga
You supposed to burn
Ayy, ayy, put his ashes in this urn
I been waitin' on my turn, C4
(Yeah)
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Writer: JUSTIN BELL, NURI SABERIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Performed By: CEO Trayle
Language: English
Written by: JUSTIN BELL, NURI SABERIN

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