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letra de doorkickaz - godhandusa, 870glizzy & bumboi

[intro: mongo]
(boom)

[verse 1: mongo]
we-we-we some door kickers like the swat
fu-fu-f-ckin’ with the hand, you gon’ get yo’ cherry popped
pushin’ back yo’ f-ckin’ hairline, hairy with the mop
b-tch i’m steppin’ on the airlines, scary with the bombs, like saddam and osama
evil breeds karma
get a merc in his own crib, like obama
seal team six, how we bustin’ through yo’ door
let these bullets eat yo’ guts, got ’em spillin’ on the floor
green beam on the front of my glizzy and it go
chillin’ with my door kickers in the 8-7-0
riding through the 4-1-5 screamin’ f-ck the po, while these 7-6-2’s come screamin’ up the pole
sucka’ you already know, when the f-ck you finna’ learn?
mongo playin’ with the fire and yo’ ass gon’ get burned
cremate a mothaf-cka’, stuff his ash inside a urn
subs bustin’ out the trunk, while i’m swingin’ ’round the curb

[interlude: mongo]
with my door kickers (yea’)
with my door kickers (yea’)
with my door kickers (what?)
with my door kickers (yea’)
with my door kickers (yea’)
with my door kickers (yea’)
with my door kickers (what?)
with my door kickers
[verse 2: 870glizzy]
(aw, yeah)
[?] rather kick a door before they kick the door (come on)
xxx, i’m gettin’ [?]
when the choppa’ sing there ain’t no hope, b-tch (b-bam)
go ‘head cut that case, n-n-n-none my n-ggas told (no they didn’t)
we the real concrete, [?] (out bad)
b-tch i’m chasin’ commas, you chasin’ v-g-n-
man that life that you portrayin’ prolly disappoint yo’ mama (real dough)
[?] (checkin’ out what?)
b-tch i’m slangin’ dope, i’m on that corner like i’m tania (yuh, yuh)
m-m, m-make that money flip, b-tch (yeah)
call me money makin’ mitch
make me come up out that hill (ba-ba-bam)
i don’t wanna’ hear yo’ lip (pipe down)
my gorillas in this b-tch (shhh)
the dsg came deep as sh-t, b-tch

[verse 3: bumboi]
dsg make yo’ dollar flip investin’ in the wrong stock
chrome glocks on my body, hit him like a gold star
n-no top, aimin’ at yo’ soul because the red dot was controlled by god, pulled my hand to be the right shot
right, one, left, not
hoes be on the fed watch
[?] runnin’ like it’s a [?]
[?] money maker
don’t be one for gamblin’, but luck could be a lifesaver
don’t skip it, [?] dsg got they bread up, huh
a gorilla beat on my chest and they bank up, what
we keep pushin’ n0body else got they bands up
f-feel like the police, i bring the fire, they puttin’ hands up, yuh
put yo’ hands up, what, put yo’ hands up, yo
[?] my hands up, what
put yo’ hands up, yuh, put yo’ hands up
solo in the underground, i do it with my hands up
[interlude: (mongo) & gonda]

(ayo b-tch, open up the mothaf-ckin’ door)
open the door dumbass
(i know you in there you f-ckin’ c-nt)
you can’t hide foreva’
(where you at sucka’? hahahaha!)
lemme see them hands
(run yo’ sh-t boy, hahahaha!)

[verse 4: gonda]
i got 22’s, i got 308’s, i got 9’s, i got 45’s with that 12 gauge to yo’ spine
with my door kickers
got that radio inside my ride
i can tell 12 comin’, tell my gang “hop inside”
make ’em bang
hit a hat trick
3 lives, if i pull up on you it’s a miracle if you survive, on some god sh-t
kickin’ down yo’ door, he say “aw sh-t”
then we do him like a tiki torch with the fire, light him up
(light him up) light him up
(light him up) light him up
like a mothaf-ckin’ blunt (aw sh-t)
dsg and godhand got what you want (light him up)
b-tch i’m brighter than the mothaf-ckin’ sun (aw sh-t)
you rappers copyin’ is nothin’ but my sons (yea’)
you rappers hatin’ on this sh-t is nothin’ but some bums (yea’)
you rappin’ ’bout that strap but you ain’t never shot no guns (nah)
you never put no bullets in no magazine, uh (uh)
you don’t really have no f-ckin’ enemies, huh? (huh?)
they sleep on me like they was takin’ [?], uh (uh)
like he tom hanks, visit run forrest, run, like the viet cong
choppa’ do him like he bubble gum
(ba-ba-ba)
[outro: gonda]
godhand

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