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letra de kickdoe - daboii

[intro]
(ayo, sebastian, run that sh-t the f-ck back)

[verse 1]
sob the motherf-ckin’ gang
every time a n-gga ah, we to motherf-ckin’ blame
hundun in the chop, let that motherf-cker bang
sayin’ you gon’ do what? no, you motherf-ckin’ ain’t
n-gga, f-ck this rap sh-t, i got motherf-ckin’ rank
i don’t be around n-ggas, they too motherf-ckin’ fake
yeah, chop with an ah, i got motherf-ckin’ range
play my song in the club, make it motherf-ckin’ rain
yeah, lyin’ to the judge, i done motherf-ckin’ changed
give a f-ck if it’s a dime, need my motherf-ckin’ change
lil’ bro take your watch and your motherf-ckin’ chain
b-tch open up her legs and she motherf-ckin’ stink
she want me to fall in love, but i motherf-ckin’ can’t
i done poured two fours in my motherf-ckin’ drink
n-gga still savin’ hoes, need a motherf-ckin’ cape
free my n-gga took and the motherf-ckin’ jank
[chorus]
boy, i don’t do the outdoor, only indoor
you ain’t never outside, boy, you indoors
n-gga, hold your rollie up if your wrist froze
three times ten what the clip hold
yeah, when you hear that, “fah-fah,” n-gga, get low
yeah, lil’ n-gga in the club with a big pole
yeah, i could never give a f-ck about a b-tch, bro
yeah, and every time my n-gga slide, that’s a kickdoor

[verse 2]
yeah, when you hear that— b-tch, we kick doors
b-tch wanna know my age, b-tch, i’m this old
yeah, n-gga, you ain’t even cut, what you diss for?
yeah, he could do it like that, but not this, though
yeah, b-tch say she wanna slide, who you with, though?
yeah, can you keep it on the low, baby, limbo?
yeah, you ain’t never did sh-t, what you did, bro?
yeah, what i got up in my cup, b-tch, a rent poured
yeah, n-gga post me and my bro, he a sis, though
yeah, b-tch, you with a shooting star, what you wish for?
yeah, baby, can i use your purse for this pistol?
yeah, bro asked if i’m strapped, yeah, for sh-t sure
yeah, you was up a whole hun’, where that sh-t go?
yeah, i’ll never slide down in a fish bowl
yeah, if i was you, i would leave, no offense, bro
yeah, ever, ever tell them n-ggas what i did
[chorus]
boy, i don’t do the outdoor, only indoor
you ain’t never outside, boy, you indoors
n-gga, hold your rollie up if your wrist froze
three times ten what the clip hold
yeah, when you hear that, “fah-fah,” n-gga, get low
yeah, lil’ n-gga in the club with a big pole
yeah, i could never give a f-ck about a b-tch, bro
yeah, and every time my n-gga slide, that’s a kickdoor, b-tch

- daboii

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