Kick a Door
We kick in troufh the door, guns to his face
Rob him for his weight smoke by the day
Running trough his crib, where the money is safe?
Bitch niggas talking, make 'em andale
Mask up, kill his ass in broad day
All my niggas wit'it, he don't want play
We got guns that' ll leave his ass the wrong way
I'mma teach niggas lessons, show'en gun play.
Rob him for his weight smoke by the day
Running trough his crib, where the money is safe?
Bitch niggas talking, make 'em andale
Mask up, kill his ass in broad day
All my niggas wit'it, he don't want play
We got guns that' ll leave his ass the wrong way
I'mma teach niggas lessons, show'en gun play.
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Writer(s): Sadiki Thirston, Windell Chase Davis
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