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CEO Trayle - Substance (Official Audio)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CEO Trayle
CEO Trayle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trauma Tone
Trauma Tone
Composer
Yung Icey
Yung Icey
Composer
Isaiah Devoe
Isaiah Devoe
Songwriter
John Antonio Carrington Jr
John Antonio Carrington Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trauma Tone
Trauma Tone
Producer
Yung Icey
Yung Icey
Producer
D. Slims
D. Slims
Engineer
Dj Nove
Dj Nove
Mixing Engineer

Letra

Not a day go by that Ion really think about shit Uh, Uh Uh Real life Ay Ay he was just giving em substance yea Get his shirt drenched, yea Know I love it but I really hate I love this shit, yea And we don't talk bout niggas We talk about other shit Baby this shit is real as it gets In the field, send a blitz Taking my drill ona hit Bach, bach Back to door I kick I get the head, she go that's it That's my baby she chose my fit The bar so low like when you sit Dropped my nuts i was holding my dick Ain't going back and forth Nigga ion want no bitch that's yours Unless she was already Fours Of course Niggas say I did something to em I ain't even do it Sposed to be boys He was hating from the beginning ain't even knew it (UOENO it) How you say, I'm paranoid My life, had to battle for it Now I'm back cleaning off my sword Yea yea I knew I was gone be real Jumped off the porch no DGB Nigga I'm sick need the CDC It was Kai and Vee, C4, C3 Baby calling, wanna meet me I keep stalling, I'm ina street Pop me a percocet twenty we geeked Baby you come get money with me It's a whole world you can see Bitch ima OG but not Three It's a jet pack not a jet ski Mr. Big Back ion eat beef Spit crack every last beat Six pack by the twenty two three Shoot with the tongue out like two three Say she love me I say "Who Me" Ay he was just giving em substance yea Get his shirt drenched, yea Know I love it but I really hate I love this shit, yea And we don't talk bout niggas We talk about other shit Baby this shit is real as it gets In the field, send a blitz Taking my drill ona hit Bach, bach Back to door I kick I get the head, she go that's it That's my baby she chose my fit The bar so low like when you sit Dropped my nuts i was holding my dick Ain't going back and forth Nigga ion want no bitch that's yours Unless she was already Fours
Writer(s): Justin Trayle Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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