Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CEO Flo, artist - potter payperDate of issue: 30.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
CEO Flo |
| , yo |
| Cold, yo |
| When they used to act like, said they couldn’t see me before |
| Had to barricade the bando, send fiends to the door |
| For a pipe, I had spice-heads cleanin' my floor |
| Had to hit the road runnin', I’ll sleep in the morn' |
| I was so broke, now I mix McQueen and Dior |
| I drummed the whole game, fuck the key to the door |
| Put my head on my mat and I speak to the Lord |
| I don’t wanna sell crap, wanna go, wanna tour |
| I wanna make my nan proud, maybe win an award |
| When you live, you mature and you get sick of the talk |
| Six bells in the tray, six bells like |
| Six in th morn', they can’t act like |
| Say I nevr licked it before |
| And I ain’t vouchin' even if we done business before |
| Bro heard me on the radio and kicked off his door |
| Now I’m back, just a bit more drip than before |
| Never put my lips on a whore, that’s distasteful |
| Never had a gal who’s been faithful |
| Back then all I ever needed was an 8-ball |
| I turned it to a brick house, they shoulda been grateful |
| I said they shoulda been grateful |
| Yo, uh, I had a quarter kilo in the Clio, then I have my soldier wrap it like |
| the Migos, uh |
| They told me I can rap and blow but I need one more re-up like the man in Blow |
| Italian garments |
| Akh, I used to shout my neighbour from the garden (Walahi) |
| Bro, I 'member V whippin' in the crackhouse and nothin' comin' back out |
| Brother, I was losin' like Pacquiao |
| Just to make the light beam |
| Told me had to do deals, Jimmy Iovine |
| Them man never been there (No) |
| And Mary’s no D-square, white girl in the bowl like the three bears |
| I saw my first gat B, around the same time when I heard Gatsby |
| I’m an E-fifth rider slash grinder |
| My brother, uh |
| Straight outta white like I’m Tyga |
| Bentley jeep, the seats is rouge |
| Brothers is dyin', just read the news |
| I think that I’m money, I eat for two |
| And my lifestyle scary like Beetlejuice |
| I done falcon, heron and eagle too |
| Got my day-day on me playin' peekaboo |
| I’m a real OG and who the fuck are you? |
| And I ain’t chillin' on the block G, I got stuff to do |
| Yo, teriyaki steaks and lobster tails |
| I took five-figure Ls, I was still in jail |
| Only the real prevail |
| Buuj from Pakistan, the silver cod from Hakkasan |
| Sexy women, expensive linen |
| Shoes Christian, coupe whippin', roof missin' |
| Two whippers, ah |
| I need two kitchens |
| Brudder and my food’s brilliant |