corrija a letra Letra KICK DOOR por SwaVay

Featuring(s) : G Herbo

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[Intro]
Buh, buh
Ain't gon' lie, I got that AP on me right now
Ain't even gon' lie
Havin' my way
Indubitably
Yeah
(Coupe)

[Chorus: SwaVay]
Run that kick door, run that kick door
We on blitz mode, get your hip broke
We finna kick door, all summer, kick door
Boy, I gotta get dough, run that kick door
Run that kick door, run that kick door
Run that kick door, run that kick door
If he scared to up that fire, then what that stick for?
Yeah, we on blitz mode, yeah, watch out, kick door

[Post-Chorus: SwaVay]
Yeah, watch out, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch out, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch out, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch out, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, yeah
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, yeah
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, yeah
Watch out, lil' bitch, yeah, yеah
Watch out

[Verse 1: SwaVay]
Yeah, me and three to four friends, wе gon' kick that door in
We been kickin' it outside, peepin', scopin'
Four-five totin', everything I got stolen
Yeah, come up on an iMac, swoley
I got some money to make, so I'm focused, yeah
And I don't fall back 'cause I know we ain't the only ones kickin' them doors in Atlanta
I swear that every lil' boy, by the time he hit twelve, hittin' licks, no more waitin' on Santa
Either you hoop or you rap or you scam or you trap, probably claimed you a colored bandana
Or maybe that's just my city
Fuck nigga, stay out my business

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Free all of my bros (Foenem)
They was kickin' doors (Foenem)
I was sellin' 'bows (Ayy)
I was playin' with poles (Crazy man)
Countin' up bankrolls (Phew)
Pourin' a lot of fours
Yeah, started rappin' and made a career (Ayy)
Ran up more cake every year (Ayy, ayy)
Nothin' but expansion, ayy
Bought me some cars, I bought me some mansions, ayy
With no advances, ayy
Private island, it used to be stranded, ayy
I be with bandits
Run in your spot like that bitch abandoned
Opps'll get frantic
My head hot, I keep me a Glock and I ain't gon' panic, bitch (Crazy man)

[Chorus: SwaVay]
Yeah, run that kick door, run that kick door
We on blitz mode, get your hip broke
We finna kick door, all summer, kick door
Boy, I gotta get dough, run that kick door
Run that kick door, run that kick door
Run that kick door, run that kick door
If he scared to up that fire, then what that stick for?
Yeah, we on blitz mode, yeah, watch out, kick door

[Outro]
Dre, hey, this is Mom, where are you?
Shit, I'm tired, I've been callin' your phone all day
You hadn't answered and I don't know where you are
But you need to get your ass home
And please don't bring your friends over here, I ain't got time for that shit today, okay?

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