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letra de who is that - dmone

[intro]
-background rambling-
“hey, wheres my money?”
“i gave you the package, you suppose’ to be handin’ me my money”
“heres the jar right here, 20%”
“oh, you got the jar?”
“thats right” (laughing)
“get the f-ck out of here-” -gun cl!ck-
“ohhh, what you gon’ do?”  ”f-ck you gon’ do?!”
“huh, whut cho doin’?” “you goin’ to shoot me, in front of everybody?”
“huh?!” “come on!”
-gunshot-
[chorus]
who is that tryina knock at the door?
look through the peephole ain’t seen him before
brotha got bodys they stashin’ the floor, if it ain’t about money im hittin’ ignore
hammer on me, oh i feel like im thor
white girl, freak, new bella th-rn
nut on her face, now its all in her pores, she opened her mouth like that b-tch wanted more

[verse 1]
ops on me like they tryin’ come get me, strap on me, ooooh i feel like im 50, (?) bottles got me feelin’ like diddy, coke bottles just uh mix with the hinny
a couple friends, i ain’t f-ckin’ with many, the gang wit me, we stay strapped with them semis, ops lackin’, got his body collapsin’, the feds ask me questions, i dont know what happin’
uh pen nd’ uh a paper, i stick to that rappin’, my brother he cookin’, got use to that trappin’
hang wit no p-ssy, them p-ssy ass n-ggas be actin’ like b-tchs
uh 30 clip, knock yo head like you had an extension
open my jacket, its lookin’ like go-go gadget, listen my engine it sounds like uh horse but that sh-ts not uh horse but its more like uh porsh
if he gon’ trust me then take me to court, i got so many bodys they build me a morge
brand new givenchys, not even in store, if i did it again, means i did it before
smell of my body thats cushion dior, yo b-tch lookin’ at me i take her fo’ sho’
f-ck her fo’ sho’, we f-ck on the floor, im pullin’ that cord, then im hittin’ record
[chorus]
who is that tryina knock at the door?
look through the peephole ain’t seen him before
brotha got bodys they stashin’ the floor, if it ain’t about money im hittin’ ignore
hammer on me, oh i feel like im thor
white girl, freak, new bella th-rn
nut on her face, now its all in her pores, she opened her mouth like that b-tch wanted more

[verse 2]
alot of words, but you not about action
im gettin’ bread like im bakin’ the batter
shes tryin’ to f-ck shes not use to the chatta, i keep goin’ up like im climbin’ a ladda
like who is that tryina knock at the door?
look through the peephole ain’t seen him before
i gotta stay focused like drivin’ uh ford, in love with the money i separate hunnids, cuz franklin’ be beefin’ wit gorge, then 20s still stashin’ my gorge
she don’ speak spanish?
then “adios, (mi amorvor”?)
she rather sleep on the floor, yes she my baby (?)
my brutha got smoked, imma pull up like who tryina match

[outro]
extended clip, they already attached
my n-gga (?)
servin’ out bullets fo’ free, like they came in uh pack, no dragon ball z but my n-ggas on freeza
she know im uh beast , turn yo b-tch to (?)
so many bars that they screamin’ out free me, yo n-gga cold i can tell that they heated, i can tell that they heated

- dmone

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