Actin’ Dumb Songtext
von CEO Trayle

Ay
Yea Yea
Ay
Niggas dumb they ain′t really acting dumb
Mr. Jackson, not Michael bitch it's Action
I was smoking that stank
Nigga don′t ask me where it's from
Just left the bank
I was at the teller with my gun
Swipe the card and the put fifty k
Didn't have to tell her none
I can′t have you in my business bae
No I won′t tell you none


Before I tell a lie
I would rather tell you none
Panties to the side for me baby and don't run
She that same non dick suckin bitch that I wasn′t stun
Bad bitch make my dick stand up attention
I bet that bitch ain't faithful
My lil young shit was too playful
Say fuck the label
Fuck with Backdoor it get fatal
Your bitch hate you
She was just here I gave her facial
Send her out there to go get that pape too
I can′t enable
It's not a fable
My brother crossed me Kane and Abel
If only they knew
They don′t really love us this shit racial
Stupid ass nigga thought I went Maybach just to race you
I send a bitch to make some great food
And then erase you
Forbes lister
Call me Mr.
Sonny Bachdoor Lister
Backdoor Tiny Lister
Fucked her then dismissed her
Ion give a fuck they sisters
I'm cold as fuckin winter
The tongue twist kicker
Playa, I convinced her
Mr. Prime Minister
Licked her plus you kissed her
How the fuck can you miss her
Ay ay ay
Cool mellow fellow
Wockhardt not Mellow Yellow
Doctor need some percocet-o
Just a street nigga from the ghetto
Hold a chop stick like a cello
When he bop out he say hello
I'm dun dun like Shawty L O
This bitch a dumb dumb fasho, four
Dumb dumb bitch
Don′t you feel dumb bitch
Can′t finesse the Don bitch
Hanging out with the convicts
Yea yeaa Ayy

Niggas dumb they ain't really acting dumb
Mr. Jackson, not Michael bitch it′s Action
I was smoking that stank nigga
Don't ask me where it′s from
I just left the bank
I was at the teller with my gun
Swipe the card and then put fifty k
Didn't have to tell her none
I can′t have you in my business bae
No I won't tell you none