paroles de chanson Sneaky (feat. Talibando) - CEO Trayle

Yea
It's the criss crosser
Shit talker
Mr. Big Bosser
Hit that bitch toss her
It's a Maybach
But they think they saw a flying saucer
You bet not tell that bitch shit
She can't hold water
All these hoes don't be shit
Ion want no daughter
That's why I'm Big 4
Nigga he's smaller
Mr. Decline Big Offers
Backdoor author
Pull a kick door
Get the dough then say
Forgive Me Father

Ay ay
A real fore father
He's a Ford Tommer
A real Dior walker
She's a dome doctor
This shit the sea
I see otters
And the E jaw lockers
In Tennessee with three boppers
I may seem proper
He's a percocet popper
We may need doctors
Nigga we up these choppers
Ain't no helipad
Know niggas hella sad
Rich but I didn't have a dad
Kick the door ductape and mask
Kicked her out her funky ass
Know my pockets chunky pads
Stuff that pape in duffle bags
Know bitch I ain't gon cuff yo ass
Get the top and dump em fast
You smoking block work
You down bad
Know how that clock work moving fast
Don't have no outburst
Watch I'll blast
I gave her top eight and a half
You didn't think that I would do it
With yo lil hating ass
Niggas be telling
Don't come round me
That shit make me mad
Tell lil bro to shake a bag
S560 ain't the jag
Empt the clip and change the mag
Them percocets may bring me back
Bro gave me a starter pack
Mama had a heart attack
Richer than all her kids
Ion know how to follow that
That switch let off
Niggas swear they thought we bought a Mac
I pay the cost to be the boss
And I be falling back
I call that bitch in for the head
And I don't call her back
It's bitches laying in my bed
Waiting for the crack
They thought I bought some clothes
I went and bought a pack
And then I doubled back
All my bitches love me facts

Ima big blunt smoking
Gun toting, codeine cowboy
What I spent on my new kit
I swear you woulda signed for it
The girl alone I'm only selling boy
That's where the money at
I get the bag up north
Then take it south that's where the junkies at
My niggas selling wok now
They really got the block hot
Shoot the chopper at a nigga feet
And make him cha cha
When the beef on
Pull up with all dread heads
We Rasta's
10 milli hit em close range
I turn his brains to pasta
You ain't never took no trips on 75
Strap yo nuts on
I'll hit the hound and touch down in yo town
With bus load
Owe it all to the custos
One hunnit for small pills
I'm like fuck all this rap shit
Ion care about yall deal
Hope my dawgs get they appeal
Brothers only the Navy Seals
My first target yo main shooter
We putting him on the bench
Show you this nigga bitch
Show you he ain't on shit
The way I work the 5'7
They thought I let off a switch
My nigga want some ice wear
Call my money phone like Vezzo
They say the way i whip the work
I deserve a gold medal
So I'm going gold rollie
Presidential
Shitting on niggas
Where the tissue
Got a pistol shoot out missiles
Put the SRT in sport mode
Told em catch up with me
Ion fuck around with broke hoes
Or no broke niggas
All my niggas made men like the mafia
Touch someone you die for it
Like a chess move
Make ya next move the best one possible