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letra de kick the door - scy jimm

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[intro]
(hey, what’s good, trou?)
big scy sh-t, n-gga
big t2t sh-t, n-gga
trained 2 trap, n-gga
sack chasin’ youngin, n-gga
huh, all that, n-gga
all that, yeah
f-ck a n-gga— mm
hmm

[chorus]
gave me a shot, i’m finna kick the door
i’m on this drink, i’m lettin’ that liquor flow
if you ain’t out here tryna get rich, then what you livin’ for?
n-gga, grew up broke as f-ck and now this sh-t all on the floor
i been thinkin’ ’bout goin’ vv, i already did the gold
i’m chasin’ cheese, tryna hit an m, you tryna hit a ho (the f-ck?)
want me to pop out? drop that check, i need ten for a show (on gang)
trench baby, i come from nothin’ and i’m gon’ let ’em know (yeah)

[verse]
got my bag right, lot of n-ggas mad, this sh-t so devastating (ha)
been showin’ love from the start, you know lil’ jimm never hatin’ (on gang)
throw eveything you got at me, i’m solid, y’all could never break me (the f-ck?)
i could never lie to y’all еven if i tried, i ain’t nevеr fakin’ (n-gga)
lil’ jimm, i’m too official (yeah)
in the kitchen with a few utensils
all these n-ggas my sons (what?), everything they do, i’m doin’ bigger (on gang)
n-ggas change up like the weather, but be claimin’ that they with you
name a young n-gga like me keep it real and ’bout his issue (yeah)
they hate, but that’s just what that bag do (what that bag do)
if i was broke and on my ass, i’d be mad too (sh-t)
real stepper, shake the earth whenever i pass through (yeah)
grab the work, i hit the block and show ’em what that glass do (f-ck a n-gga)
i was just stuck off in the trap
then i signed a deal with qc, it got me all over the map
had a show with nelly and young miami, this sh-t here off of rap
i dropped my tape and baby called my phone like, “jit’, you snapped” (come on, man)
free my n-gga behind them walls (yeah), on my wrist, it’s a forty ball
hit my phone, i know it ain’t ’bout no money, so i forward the call
real big dog, i won’t beef with n-ggas ’bout nothing small (come on)
hit l!cks, sold drugs, cut pistols, i done it all (yeah, yeah, yeah)
lately i been livin’ life on the edge, i’m tryna hang on
f-ck a b-tch, that bag the only thing i’m tryna bring home (yeah)
it’s scy, b-tch, not scy, don’t get my name wrong (scy sh-t, n-gga)
real player, i just f-cked two different b-tches to the same song
[chorus]
gave me a shot, i’m finna kick the door
i’m on this drink, i’m lettin’ that liquor flow
if you ain’t out here tryna get rich, then what you livin’ for?
n-gga, grew up broke as f-ck and now this sh-t all on the floor
i been thinkin’ ’bout goin’ vv, i already did the gold
i’m chasin’ cheese, tryna hit an m, you tryna hit a ho (the f-ck?)
want me to pop out? drop that check, i need ten for a show (on gang)
trench baby, i come from nothin’ and i’m gon’ let ’em know (yeah)

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