Lyrics:
clothes get torn
By weaker Cypher men 'cause what came from my pen
Made 'em lust, now I must
Rush out the back door, in-to the alley
Girls in pursuit,
clothes get torn
By weaker Cypher men 'cause what came from my pen
Made 'em lust, now I must
Rush out the back door, in-to the alley
Girls in pursuit,
I'm working for a life that's not domesticated
It never goes the way that you planned
Success is a door that always slams
I'm trying to break it
matter how hard I try
It will always be a two-way track
I Slam the door, draw the curtains
It doesn't matter I'm still hurting
smokin' on thrax
Yеah, yeah, I'm smokin' on gas
She tryna' keep up wit' me, I'm fast-forward
Yеa don't you slam that door, hoe
Diamonds on me, it's a ice
breaking from a mistake
You could drop a plate or two and I'll go slam a door
You could start to pack some things and I'll ask are these yours
And when
ya bitch, I put that bitch up on the booth (slam)
She don't know about her nigga, paper keep her out the loop (huh?)
Fuckin' bitches by the three
through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
Chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses
And lipstick marks
hair
I walked in through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
Chased by a weed aroma, empty
your outback friends will play
Three wide steps take you to the top, where you are greeted by a bright yellow door
Bursting with character
hoe (you's a bitch)
If you a lame then you can't hang you gotta go
I was raised up by some niggas kickin' doors
Junkie hit the door he lookin' for
a lighter sentence or they switch
The ghetto is a bitch, niggas live to get rich
Then they slam my fuckin dreams like be -ball
Killin chickens
a wierdo group of bugs slam a gang of funky joints
The provin's in the movin' of the baggy clothes
At the dimly lit clubs where flock the milk duds
Hip
just ignore the signs
In those dark clouds forming behind her silver lines.
Then the door it slammed like thunder and the tears they fell like rain.
can't ignore
Would you laugh in my face, would you slam the door
What if I told you
It's not supposed to
But it kills me to think that you call me yours
can't ignore
Would you laugh in my face, would you slam the door
What if I told you
It's not supposed to
But it kills me to think that you call me yours
can't ignore
Would you laugh in my face, would you slam the door
What if I told you
It's not supposed to
But it kills me to think that you call me yours
can't ignore
Would you laugh in my face, would you slam the door
What if I told you
It's not supposed to
But it kills me to think that you call me yours
a case
And slammed the door
(Door slams)
You finally came home and zoomed past me
Into the bathroom, then you asked me
"Fuck are you doing here?"
I said,
In the morning It'll be ok
"I love you" is what she'll say
She Kisses you & sends you on your way
It's seems to be a brighter day
By lunch time
like the Tomahawk slam
Oh damn
Need that shit by the kilogram
On Cunningham or Instagram
Lit like the grand slam
We was like like the Grand slam
Riding
Standing alone, by the open door, watching the rain pouring down
You can smell, damp cut grass, hear the whistle of the trains
Louisiana in
to bang the fours
Catch you by your Range door
Pistol spank your whore
Strip, change some more
You up in the crib with the
Bitch slippin' your brains galore
I've got a dream; don't mean a thing
I don't understand it
Why live with war; let's slam the door
If people would only
Stop it
Yeah, stop it
Just stop
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