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letra de open yo door - duwap kaine

[verse]
to my fingers
how can i count this money all day till my fingers blue
n-gga, you a b-tch, and you know that i don’t f-ck with you
n-ggas need dissing, tell me what the f-ck is wrong with you?
i don’t like a lotta n-ggas, suckin’ like a hula hoop (suckin’ like a hula hoop)
flow fast, and i’m flyin’ from the state troops
i would not want you to walk in my shoes
this life right here, it come with some issues
ooh, but i’m in the best day, designer, i be flexin’ sh-t
thousand off some kicks, yeah, that was stupid (off some kicks, yeah, that was stupid)
put them b-tches on, uh, but them b-tches stupid
i can’t love n0body, f-ck you bih’
ridin’ ’round with a bad b-tch, and i know that she with me (want her, she with me)
and she wants a court, this sh-t wipfli, guilty
better pray for these snitchin’ ass n-ggas [?]
if i hear one little siren, then i’m going with the quickest n-gga
d-mn, that’s that one fine b-tch, that sh-t hittin’
i just passed him a blunt and he said, “this sh-t hittin’, n-gga”
my milwaukee n-ggas outside, they got me grilling
don’t tell them b-tches in that water that i’m feelin’ little feisty, n-gga
n-gga dry hatin’ on, i don’t give a f-ck (i don’t give a f-ck)
if i’m up, n-gga give it up
let this b-tch laugh at your face, ’cause you know you f-cked
hold on, my ksubis, yeah i’m coolin’, a k tucked
hah, guess that’s sip more, drink that ‘shine, text her
[?] drink, i was blinkin’
and i waent on tour, saying yes without her thinkin’
seventeen cities, plus new york, baby we leave that crowd shakin’
i was tryna stalk a world, yours, where yours?
i ain’t tryna be studied, world tours (tours)
she would look at me different if i ain’t pull up in a sport
b-tch, only two doors, i finna not open yours

- duwap kaine

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