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letra de twelve at your door - keegan the khan

verse 1:

shots on better know my ammo in my repertoire
ping pong playing on ballin’ in my boulevard
game on three points burn burn
screaming f-ck a yacht when i’m still on my spot

decreasing distance, investing impression and sharing confessions
as i am exchanging message (huh)
jacket leather when i’m jacking letters
i’m jack the chopper as i pack the lumber

asocial casanova, the realist motherf-cker
come in october if not blow me in november
as i collect paper

my dearеst friend in your pocket, don’t tell mе to stop it
when i threw benjamin in your closet

keegan the silly assh0l- as i pass on the mic
blasting your stereo when i’m popping tonight
all eyes on us what are we going to do tonight
blackjack the new generation and millenium has arrived

chorus:
it’s 12 at your door
b-tch why don’t you pick up the phone
you know i’m screaming for more
we need some time all alone (x4)

verse 2:

you dancing with keegan, you grown?
stand in your place motherf-cker we gone
advising your father to keep you low
sacrifice one, your head or your motherf-cking crown

this earthquake breaking your mouth into stone
son you don’t want my punch to glow
illuminated when meets your nose
break the concrete you open a rose

ready to get in perimeter, accelerate you losing stamina
choosing a critical dilemma
you scared you studder mamama mamama
pharaoh is dead keegan is your capitan

i liberate every soul in the place
infiltrate every border, even heros have to meditate
losing a bet for me is a lowest rate
flushing my sh-t royal you can’t even imitate
chorus:

it’s 12 at your door
b-tch why don’t you pick up the phone
you know i’m screaming for more
we need some time all alone (x4)

verse 3:

every boys dream is s-x money nicotine
looking for some better things but the system is screaming
on the tv, series pumping on our brainy
crazy, chase me bed time, melting on ladies
heidi, life is not farming with grand daddy
planning to stay free but they’re powerful with mercedes
come and blame me chase me cause i tell the truth
where’s your crew, wheres the motherf. troops?
now i blast em crash em i blow em like a magnum
pack the acid attack and advance your flat live
wack its tragic i’m active making classics
belt is fasten flashing get ready for clapping
it’s all about the fame, b-tches looking strange
struggling for a game and they’re looking very lame
all they get is pain, k!lling them insane
looking for a gain now they into f-cking blaming (b-tch)
chorus:

it’s 12 at your door
b-tch why don’t you pick up the phone
you know i’m screaming for more
we need some time all alone (x4)

- keegan the khan

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