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letra de screws in the front door - izaya tiji

[intro]
[?]
(pew)

[chorus]
uh, you know a n-gga ain’t staying long
yeah i hit the ball but, you know i ain’t running home
trappin’ and juggin’ until n-gga’s certified goats
think it’s sumn’ in my foot, screws in the front door

[verse]
n-gga don’t bring yo’ hoe this way
trap out the apartments, [?] since tuesday (since tuesday)
green lights on me, like 2k (green lights on me, like 2k)
how that boy ball but don’t hoop? (ayy)
yuh, i gotta t-up for my n-gga [?]
poverty stricken, can’t lose (can’t give up)
can’t get in? then make you some room
these windows so tinted, you can’t even see through
he think he funny like drew
ballin’ on n-ggas no hoop
f-ck that slay sh-t, we ridin’ with goons
when we put him in pack, he was boof
asked her, could shе stop?
put these n-ggas on the linе
bad b-tch, yeah she a dime (dime)
feel like bonnie & clyde (clyde)
might pay all them fines
pulling yo’ hoe, but i’m shy (shy)
pray that the n-gga get shot (shot)
pints flowin’ up the spot
bricks flowin’ up the spot
stacking these racks to the sky
play with the gang, then you die
[?], no deadeye
n-ggas mad ’cause we ain’t got a bond
sour face, like he just ate a lime
play with me just like i’m simon
right in the function with mob
this ain’t my stick, it’s a prop
this is my sh-t, it’s a bop
i turn the rap into rock
he want the drop, it ain’t wock
he smokin’ the mid, i’m smoking the crop
hollow points hit him, he need a doc’
tracer hit him, i can see from a mile
split his head, yeah that sh-t was so foul
y’all done, ’cause a demon up now
making money ‘fore i was allowed
big king, yeah i need me a crown
hittin’ that wet box, hope i don’t drown
yeah i’m a big dog, got the pound
yeah he a b-tch n-gga, he need a gown
n-ggas know that we bussin these counts
10 racks, yeah that’s all in allowance
[chorus]
uh, you know a n-gga ain’t staying long
yeah i hit the ball but, you know i ain’t running home
trappin’ and juggin’ until n-gga’s certified goats
think it’s sumn’ in my foot, screws in the front door (woah)
uh, you know a n-gga ain’t staying long
yeah i hit the ball but, you know i ain’t running home
trappin’ and juggin’ until n-gga’s certified goats
think it’s sumn’ in my foot, screws in the front door (woah)

[outro]
you know a n-gga ain’t staying long (yeah)
think it’s sumn’ in my foot, screws in the front door
toof my ni ‘nmus s’ti kniht, rood tnorf eht ni swercs (haow)

- izaya tiji

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