CEO Trayle - Monster Too Lyrics

Lyrics Monster Too - CEO Trayle



You can come with me
Ima shield you
Backdoor
Bachdoor
Backdoor
Yeah, baby tell me you feeling uncomfortable
Tryna comfort you
Run for President baby I'll run with you
Out the pack I'll eat that like a Lunchable
Baby you give me your heart I'm responsible
You can tell me whatever you want ima sponsor you
Tryna go up out the cannon I'm launching you
Just don't forget ima monster too
I was just doing what monsters do
Bought two new wallets they Saint Laurent
Ion even call my bitch when I drop the blunt
But I'm knowing that was pussy one of one
You ain't knowing that choppa go dun dun dun
Had a shot but he blew it he fuckin dumb
Ima get the whole loaf let em eat the crumbs
It's three bitches but I ain't fuck either one
Feel the bass through the floor
Feel the love through the clothes
Thank the Lord that I'm here
I coulda been kicking in doors
When the dots is all red
And the hundreds all blue
And her Chanels off white
It don't matter what they tell you
Don't buy what they tryna sell you, yea
Don't lie to me cus I feel you
Botched the robbery tried to kill you
I'm so slimy I had to live through
Told her I wanna know the real you
All the pain that you had to live through
Baby but I'm still ina field too
You can come with me ima shield you
Baby tell me you feeling uncomfortable
Tryna comfort you
Run for president baby I'll run with you
Out the pack I eat that like a lunchable
Baby you give me your heart I'm responsible
You can tell me whatever you want ima sponsor you
Tryna go up out the cannon I'm launching you
Just don't forget I'm a monster too
I was just doing what monsters do
Bought two new wallets they Saint Laurent
Ion even call my bitch when I drop the blunt
But I'm knowing that pussy was one of one
You ain't knowing that choppa go dun dun dun
Had a shot but he blew it he fuckin dumb
Ima get the whole loaf let em eat the crumbs
It's three bitches but I ain't fuck either one
Touch either one
Can I get a whole thang
Mr. Dopemane
It's a cold game
Ion want no strings
Let that door swang
Yeen got no aim
AK go bang
Turn him lo mein
Same kitchen same partments' the same thang
Don't go swim with them big sharkies you can't hang
I go black force ones them Supreme strings
Bullets proof a cream range
SVR in both lanes
Baby I'm the kicker
Ask the bitch what's yo name
Bitch ima high class whipper
Catch a new body don't leave no stains
String puller
Magician
Nigga might come up missing
Nigga this my grandma kitchen
Big Backdoor do demolition
My bitch say I'm the biggest
Everybody just come to witness
Ion remember none of these faces outside on that corner with me
Up that K, say bro nem wicked
Been telling me she wanna visit
When you get done scraping that bowl then rinse it
And they still can't find lil Vincent
Leaving these niggas a uphill battle
They won't even climb the distance
Nigga this designer vintage
Making me put my back against it
I was strapped at the dentist
High speed, license still suspended
Four the demon I chill with gremlins
Kill him, leave the kids and woman
I thought they was with me
I just now started winning
Nigga who go harder than me
Nigga on my arm a Bentley
Two shots less than Fifty
I sold fifteen bricks in Philly
Old head cook it, I call him Gillie
Big C4 might bomb the building
And I keep babies with me
No Backdoor don't harm the children
Ain't fuckin we started building
Bitch head game strong Matilda
Niggas be Winnie Pooh and Tigger
Kiss of death I kiss ya
Dead opps in my dispenser
Smiley face down the leg the Spencer
My new bitch too expensive
The coupe I drive it gentle
Two bitches they lesbians
They ain't even stun me they just tryna scissor
Nigga getting kinda bigger
I'm that fuckin nigga
I was on backstreet back to business
Nigga pockets be too lil
Strangle him with barb wire, small fry
Know we gone need a fall guy
Vividly I just saw why
Lil Light skin bitch like Hillary
She was bout five feet, same height as the stick
Put some titties on her, we lit
Shotgun bark like I'm with two pits
Left my old bitch for my new bitch
X'd out by the closest ones
Back stabbed when I turnt around
Spit that shit that burn the ground
Everybody can't go learning now
Nigga left bridges burning down
Nigga must feel deserted now
Killing em dead no hospital gown
Send my demands got a hostage around
Nigga I'm holding these niggas for hostage
Jump in my duffy and then I popped it, I popped it
Hundred percent of nothing, that's what everybody else and yall get



Writer(s): Justin Trayle Bell


CEO Trayle - The Collection, Vol. 3
Album The Collection, Vol. 3
date of release
31-10-2023




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