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CMO CETT

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A'yee
A'yee
Cmo Cett
Bitch
Phew phew
A'yee
A'yee
Earthquake in your trap when I'm stepping in
Rp's & p's nigga but I'm not no letterman
Niggas knoccing at the door a'yee let him in
You can't come in with no pole a'yee checc his pants
Nigga said he tryna score & he got a ten
Sell him the high for the low tell him come again
In this trap shit I'm ahead of you
Different bitches on my schedule
Try too rob then I'm going federal
I really do the trap I fucc with rap I'm up & ain't signing
Niggas talk about that designer shit an they ain't even buying it
Nigga say he done a lot of shit & I ain't even buying it
You ain't got no plays lil nigga stop buying it
You trap don't jump lil nigga stop trying
Nigga go picc up a sticc stop all that whining just go sliding
Ike just bust down his wrist look at his watch it's perfect timing
Vv's on my necc look at the Cett I spend like nine too ten
After she give me sex you know what's next I'm tryna fucc her friend
Nigga you ain't tryna spin the bin you ain't tryna spin that what
You ain't even tryna spilt his wig just like a lace front
Boy don't try too run up in here cause you can't take nun
Sense he ain't take one ima make him take one to the face
Earthquake in your trap when I'm stepping in
Rp's & p's nigga but I'm not no letterman
Niggas knoccing at the door a'yee let him in
You can't come in with no pole a'yee checc his pants
Nigga said he tryna score & he got a ten
Sell him the high for the low tell him come again
In this trap shit I'm ahead of you
Different bitches on my schedule
Try too rob then I'm going federal
Man I told you I'm ahead of you
He want a front I use his head just for collateral
Too see what he was thinking bout
I had no big homie I stay in my lane I had too make a route
I was in the dark who the fucc thought I'll make it out
Now these vv's on my necc shining yeah they blinding niggas
An my foot on they necc Cmo Cett I'm just reminding niggas
If it's beef ima creep i'm laidbacc like recliners nigga
I ain't even gone say nun cause all you hear is them sirens nigga
I keep it Fendi like designer nigga
I'm with your bitch that's why you can't find her
She tryna ride me like Megan stallion
I get her high an we fly like pilot
On the road with loads & you know she driving
She ain't burnt out she got low mileage
She like too see when this dawg shit pilling
Earthquake in your trap when I'm stepping in
Rp's & p's nigga but I'm not no letterman
Niggas knoccing at the door a'yee let him in
You can't come in with no pole a'yee checc his pants
Nigga said he trying to score & he got a ten
Sell him the high for the low tell him come again
In this trap shit I'm ahead of you
Different bitches on my schedule
Try too rob then I'm going federal

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