letra de leave it at the door - lil barrt
(well boys, we hit the jackpot this time)
(aye, hoops)
i get high, i get low
leave that sh-t at the door, yeah
[hook]
i get high, i get low (oh yeah)
leave that sh-t at the door (the door)
got this cash, i need more (that cash)
got these guns, go to war (oh yeah)
i get high, i get low (get so high)
leave that sh-t at the door (yeah)
got this cash, i need more (i need more)
got these guns, go to war
[verse 1]
i go fast lil shawty, no i cannot hit the brakes
i got gas lil baby, watch out for the f-ckin snakes
to the top where i’m goin, no i cannot make mistakes (oh yeah)
just wait til you see me so rich eatin’ vegan steak, aye
cutting like a sword
need a new b-tch i’m so bored
look at all the lean i poured (pour it up)
aye f-ck your god, your lord (aye f-ck that)
aye turn that brisk to purple (purple)
turn on me, gon turn away (woah)
aye free all my brothers that locked up, that didn’t beat the case (on god)
you is a fake
aye, sucka, aye
you better get out my way
in that jag, yeah
goin so fast
your girl wanna be in the back (uh huh)
mad?
aye why you mad?
no, i can’t go out sad
aye babygirl, she my baby but she calling me dad
[hook]
i get high, i get low (oh yeah)
leave that sh-t at the door (the door)
got this cash, i need more (that cash)
got these guns, go to war (oh yeah)
i get high, i get low (get so high)
leave that sh-t at the door (yeah)
got this cash, i need more (i need more)
got these guns, go to war
i get high, i get low (oh yeah)
leave that sh-t at the door (the door)
got this cash, i need more (that cash)
got these guns, go to war (oh yeah)
i get high, i get low (get so high)
leave that sh-t at the door (yeah)
got this cash, i need more (i need more)
got these guns, go to war
[verse 2]
aye how you gon go when you gotta pick your mans up?
bullets all in his spine, know he can’t stand up
better learn your manners
feds watching, yeah all on the cameras
steal your b-tch, yeah she a dancer
she a red nose, but i call her prancer
don’t call her phone, no she won’t answer
you’d die quick like you had cancer
you is a fake
aye, sucka, aye
you better get out my way
in that jag, yeah
goin so fast
your girl wanna be in the back (uh huh)
mad?
aye why you mad?
no, i can’t go out sad
aye babygirl, she my baby but she calling me dad
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