Correction Lyrics Close My Door by 10k.caash

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[Alika]
Li-li-li-li-li-li-li
Li-li-li-li-li-li-li
(Ahh, yeah, what? It's Liks, ayy, ayy)

[Alika]
I trap hard, that's just facts
Work all night to finesse these racks
Never been sarft, forget all that
f*ck wit' me, gon' get her baged
Self-employed, pay my tax
I'm still stackin' all of these racks
I still chill with boys in the hood
I might do like Trey and move bad
Listen, rent due for next month, this Saturday
Bills don't stop, so I gotta raise my salary
Tryna buy a yard in my own name with a fireplace
No interest in these breddas, I be flexin' on a higher rate
Heard she want beef with me, now she playin' hide and seek
Come on, they don't wan' let me breathe
Why they won't let me be? (Hold on)
Don't fake friend with me, no new friends like Drizzy
If he say I'm on his line then his mum must have named a lizzy-liar
Tryna have it? Ooh, gon' get that (Ayy)
Run the clout? I don't respect that (Yeah)
Took an L, regret that
But I'm still flying, minor setback
Know my face, know my name, I'ma be here for a minute
Making waves, run my lane, can't pretend you don't hear this

(Out here livin' my-) Li-li-li-li-li-li-li (On this ting, ayy, on this ting)
Livin' my li-li-li-li-li-li-li (On this ting, ayy, on this ting)
Livin' my li-li-li-li-li-li-li (On this ting, ayy, on this ting)
Livin' my li-li-li-li-li-li-li (B-I, B-I)

[Big Zuu]
Let me give 'em somethin', bill a likkle vibe (Uh)
They ain't been on nothin', get it with my guys
I don't do no rushin', patience is the vibes
See the levels? You ain't touchin' and it's pointless if you tried
I'm, one of them bruddas that's used to the rhyme
And I'm tryna make use of my time (Trust, trust)
Always in the stu' in the night (Ah)
Tryna produce all the rhymes (f*ck)
Tryna give 'em hits with the hooks
You can't dodge that, nah, I don't miss when I look
Got bare vibes, I take the piss when I cook
Hella flavours that you can't list in your book (Ah)
So what, I ain't known in the game? (Ah)
You don't know I live through music? (Ah)
Tryna get a home through the game
Do me so I'm ownin' my lane
Too high, I'ma zone on the game
B-I, man's rolling the game
Take flight, I'm controlin' the plane
To the top, man, I told you the aim (Fly, fly)
I don't need no people tellin' me that I'm the man (No, no)
I'm just tryna make sure that I'm eatin' with the fam (Ah, ah)
'Cause the ratings, they convert into no money in my bank
I don't need no rank, I'm just kickin' back and giving thanks

Livin' my li-li-li-li-li-li-li (On this ting, ayy, on this ting)
Livin' my li-li-li-li-li-li-li (On this ting, ayy, on this ting)
Livin' my li-li-li-li-li-li-li (I'm on this ting, ayy, I'm on this ting)
Livin' my li-li-li-li-li-li-li

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