Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoke and Mirrors (CEO Trayle), artist - Shamana. Date of issue: 29.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smoke and Mirrors (CEO Trayle) |
| Cut that bitch off with some scissors |
| Its smoke and mirrors |
| Bitch off with some scissors |
| Its smoke and mirrors |
| Cut that bitch off with some scissors |
| Its smoke and mirrors |
| Big box for the wizard |
| Don’t tweak 'cause I might trigger |
| My house- |
| Pass me, nigga, I jump the curb |
| 152, state trooper- |
| Nigga, better ask yo' sons 'bout me |
| I don’t-I don’t think you heard |
| Nigga, it’s easy to shrink a bird |
| like brrr |
| Nigga want range, I shoot like bird |
| Nigga, I was in the stu' to work |
| You the typa' nigga that steal her purse |
| Nigga, I’m the nigga who bought that purse |
| You the typa' nigga to see a raw ass underground rapper like me |
| Nigga steal my verse |
| This is why fuck niggas goin', man |
| Screamin' all day, but I bet I break that curse |
| savin' you and m, I’m tryna save me first |
| 'Fore I sign anybody JV first |
| Not just anybody bitch, I’m worth it |
| Bitch, I was tryna find som RP30's |
| In my cup is a oxycodone mixture |
| Triple-Triple .30, clipped her |
| A.I. |
| on the |
| Had her suck the squad, then you turned around and kissed her |
| Its all a façade, really, |
| Cut that bitch off with some scissors |
| Its smoke and mirrors |
| Big box for the wizard |
| Don’t tweak 'cause I might trigger |
| My house look like Tony Montana mansion |
| I got sensors |
| And I can’t quit poppin' these Perc’s, I’m not no quitter |
| Nigga, I really fucked that bitch |
| But we didn’t go to dinner |
| I don’t like how she suck that dick |
| That bitch is a beginner |
| I might just let her suck that dick but I won’t ever kiss her |
| Nigga, you work for free, you don’t get paid |
| Sound like a intern |
| Nigga, I feel like Usher |
| Me 'n big folks caught two new bodies |
| 'Cause these niggas didn’t learn |
| And if one of these pussy niggas ever try to tweak |
| I put them in a urn |
| Niggas ain’t on my high speed chase with me |
| So it ain’t his concern |
| Don’t play with me |
| Cookin' dope? |
| Just call my nurse |
| Big box for deliver |
| Picked up my phone and copped the syrup |
| First they chop that boy |
| And then they put him under dirt |
| Baby, I won’t even call you bitch |
| I might call you another word |
| Keep dough, drop down guns on niggas |
| Like, bitch don’t say another word |
| And I don’t even think I’m high no more, I need another Perc' |