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slammin doors - christ dillinger lyrics

[chorus]
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these hoes
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these hoes
tippin’ these*, tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these hoes
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these hoes
tippin’ thеse hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ thеse hoes, and, man, these hoes
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these hoes
tippin’ these*, tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these hoes
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these hoes
[verse]
if you want a set, gotta give me a check
when i get off the jet, then they give me a check
when i get off the stage, then they give me a check
see me ridin’ on melrose in that new corvette (‘vette)
told my mama one day i was gon’ be a star (for real)
three*hundred a cup, i cannot pop a bar (for real)
i feel like lil peep ’cause i’m raisin’ the bar (for real)
i feel just like a pirate in that double r (for real)
three*hundred a cup, that’s real drank (uh)
only withdrawal when i go to the bank (bank)
smokin’ real strong, the whole gang rollin’ dank (dank)
three*hundred a cup, i don’t care what you think (uh)
i get that cheese, n*gga, i get that gouda (gouda)
i get so high, i might boot up a buddha (woo)
i’m smokin’ wood, and then gas up my shooter
my money so long like a d*mn barracuda (d*mn)
i know that i gotta stop doin’ drugs, but it’s up, and i gotta work out (true)
i been hot for so long, i been gone for so long, that i think it’s too late to turn ’round (two)
it’s funny how n*ggas, they hated on me, and now they tryna custom my sound (for real)
i dropped out of school, and i wasn’t on sh*t, had to get on my feet and turn that sh*t around (that’s facts)
i’m still the same n*gga, ain’t nothin’ change (nah)
run up on us and we lettin’ it bang (bang)
when i rap like this, you know i’m off the drank (drank)
only withdrawals when we go to the bank (bank)
take a look in my cup, that’s a whole lotta red (red)
i can’t beef with these n*ggas, these n*ggas is feds (feds)
ain’t no [?] in my cup, this a whole lotta meds
i was countin’ that spread, give a f*ck what you said (said)
[chorus]
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these hoes
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these hoes
tippin’ these*, tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these hoes
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these hoes
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these hoes
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these hoes
tippin’ these*, tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these hoes
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they doors
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these hoes

- christ dillinger lyrics

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