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Kick A Door Lyrics - Artist : Foogiano
[Foogiano:]
I was trappin' like a bitch, I was thuggin' on the low All them niggas counterfeit, they ain't got no fuckin' dough Boy, I stayed in the kitchen yeh I used to whip the stove Boy I used to break the pot I used to beat the fuckin' bowl Me and GA really livin', give a fuck about a ho That we pay that bitch to twin he gone ship her out the fuckin' door I called Jeezy Escobar and he won't lie to you, oh no They didn't want to let me in, I had to kick the fuckin' door Cos I used to kick them doors, bitch I used to whip the stove All them niggas really talkin' but that boy don't want no smoke I called Euro Gotit, he say he gotta hit you with that pole And that ice on me is cold, it's very cold like the north pole Hit you with that Gucci flow, I'm 1017 if you ain't know GA told me don't let up you got to break the fuckin' skull Twin told me fuck your bitch, I break her back down to the floor And if that nigga talkin' shit, I send Red he gone baby Joe Yeh I'm on a double cup it got me movin' really slow I'm a leader of the mob, try this shit and we gone blow Backwood full of cookies yeh it taste just like some dough And I got the racks them millis yeh I keep that dough I was trappin' like a bitch, I was thuggin' on the low All them niggas counterfeit, they ain't got no fuckin' dough Boy, I stayed in the kitchen yeh I used to whip the stove Boy I used to break the pot I used to beat the fuckin' bowl Me and GA really livin', give a fuck about a ho That we pay that bitch to Twin he gone ship her out the fuckin' door I called Jeezy Escobar and he won't lie to you, oh no They didn't want to let me in, I had to kick the fuckin' door [Gabriel Avrett:] All of my shooters get busy Got ride round with the glizzy Got twins got Ps like Diddy She looked at my stones got dizzy Mix the lean til it's fizzy Bought new Celine, she prissy Pop with the beam he ain't missin' Trap trampoline it's jumpin' 1017 my brother Fuck with me, they comin' Went and got a pipe just to [?] I do drugs from a co-defendant Smokin' this 'thrax Be quiet bitch, I'm countin' my racks AE the gang and it's a label too I brought the K, if that's OK with you? Make your bitch put bread on my books All of my diamonds as real as they look Got bored at the crib, made the stripper cook They can't do it like this, they wish they could Rollie is wet like a wishing well I fuck your bitch, didn't kiss and tell We was trappin' and servin' packs Now we just rappin' and making plaques No, I'm not actin' just statin' facts Yeh I spend a twenty, then made it back [Foogiano:] I was trappin' like a bitch, I was thuggin' on the low All them niggas counterfeit, they ain't got no fuckin' dough Boy, I stayed in the kitchen yeh I used to whip the stove Boy I used to break the pot I used to beat the fuckin' bowl Me and GA really livin', give a fuck about a ho That we pay that bitch to Twin he gone ship her out the fuckin' door I called Jeezy Escobar and he won't lie to you, oh no They didn't want to let me in, I had to kick the fuckin' door |
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