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letra de kick in the door - whoachino

[verse 1]
i been told y’all how i feel, y’all still talkin’?
b-tch i rap better than micheal does his moonwalkin’
i’m smooth talkin’ on beats you never heard of, ask yo momma
ask yo daddy how he used to b-mp this in his caddy
this my sh-t, i like to say that i was born late
me and my homies ain’t come to play, we came to storm gates
i used to hop on biggie beats to show em how i rip sh-t
i spit until my brain cannot refrain and gets lifted
b-tch i might be gifted, spiritually word to steelo
sin city reppin’ everyday, shouts to reno
spit sick sh-t, my d-ck stiff, i need chemo
who the f-ck is kickin’ at the door? oh it’s chino
they yellin’ “don’t let em in”
’cause once i get to settlin’
it’s whoopin’ after whoopin’
there won’t ever be no better than
everybody knows it’s like that
all my flows, you bite that
if you got the b-lls to do it, f-ck it, fight back
ain’t no promise it’s gon’ work
all that talkin’ get you nowhere
sh-t’ll get you bagged up and i’m the clerk
f-ck yo money b-tch, i’m keepin’ the change
i be doin’ my own thang and i ain’t switching no lanes
i got goons on top of goons up alert
run yo pockets, take yo shirt
we gon’ leave yo -ss lyin’ in the dirt
i said, i got goons on top of goons up alert
run yo pockets, take yo shirt
we gon’ leave yo -ss lyin’ in the dirt

[hook]
kick in the door
wavin’ the .44
all you heard was poppa don’t hit me no mo’
kick in the door
wavin’ the .44
all you heard was poppa don’t

[verse 2]
gettin’ high, on the low
spittin’ rhymes, off the dope
if he trash, send em’ home
oh he rappin’, here we go
grip the mic and make you listen to the sh-t i got to say
because i’m bound to come around, f-ck around and ruin your day
i be on that
me? good at rappin’? i’m beyond that
met a lil cutie, -ss fatter than a wombat
mortal kombat the kitty
and now she be rollin’ wit me
we whippin’ it thru the city
i get the guap like i’m diddy
no kidding
i be in and out the state like a tour bus
team coming strong, and i’m still bringin more of us
victor get the uzi, let it sing like a chorus
leo in the back, rollin’ woods, like a forest
we floor it
never pump the brakes, hit the gas
countin’ this money, i been gettin’ better at math
only time i’m switchin’ lanes is when i’m fast enough to p-ss em’
anybody talkin’ sh-t, i’m finna spaz on they -ss

yea, was that good?

- whoachino

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