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letra de doors up - joell ortiz

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[intro]
uh
yeah
ahh
yeah

[verse 1]
lift the i8 doors up
baddest b-tches on the tour bus
hit the bank and withdraw somethin’
engineer hit the record b-tton

life, i’m not at all frontin
like, i seen it all cousin
flights, in first class cabins
pinot noir chats with the captain

see, when you do world class rapping
the wildest sh-t happens
carpets get rolled out, cameras get the flashing
boxes get mailed out, you in the latest fashion
new jeans to put cash in

tops get dropped, seatbelts get fastened
top in the drop, seatbelt unfastened
drop by the spot, no lines just dappin’
fake pat downs, they just let you bring the gat in
bottles waiting, champagne glasses
model looking waitress can’t wait to get it crackin’
the things b-tches do for that backstage access
never kiss and tell, but joell had a actress or two

come thru for that 1 on 1 casting
joints from calabasas on my ikea mattress
stepping out on a-list n-ggas for this action
your secret’s safe wit me ma, no cappin’

[chorus: pastor lbs]
no more getting out police cars now we hopping outta foreigns
we hustle all night until the morning
undrafted but i’m ballin, gucci rain jacket when it’s pouring
no more getting out police cars now we hopping outta foreigns
we hustle all night until the morning
undrafted but i’m ballin, gucci rain jacket when it’s pouring

[verse 2: joell ortiz]
ha
take a look around this is all us
you hear them lamborghinis warm up?
sh-t, they wouldn’t let me in the door, so i made music y’all adore
now i’m lifting all my doors up

uh
y’all n-ggas know i don’t talk much
sh-t, let me get sh-t off bruh
i grew up pouring henny cause my boys gone
it feels good spilling henny near my koi pond
boy i had boy on them blocks that you boys on
i was making noise on that strip, with a toy on my hip
that a flip everybody if the points wrong
a bit on my coins now look my bit coin long

yeah, no more running from these cop cars
we just run it up then go and cop cars
the hand i was dealt was appalling
nowadays my hand lookin’ all in

[chorus: pastor lbs]
no more getting out police cars now we hopping outta foreigns
we hustle all night until the morning
undrafted but i’m ballin, gucci rain jacket when it’s pouring
no more getting out police cars now we hopping outta foreigns
we hustle all night until the morning
undrafted but i’m ballin, gucci rain jacket when it’s pouring

- joell ortiz

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