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bust doors (remix) - gloom808 lyrics

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[gloom808]
bu*bu*bust doors cause a n*gga dead broke (yeah)
he think he hard well that f*ckin gl!ck swole (uh)
its a price upon his head, i’ll get the dough (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i was sinkin in that water but a n*gga learned to float

i can’t give a f*ck about or where he from
from loving beats to packing heat in love with drums
no love for me since i was three, it made me numb (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
he play with me he ain’t goin’ breath, his time has come (uh)

put that metal on that n*gga watch him freeze up (pow)
i can’t cope with the pain so i’m geeked up
far from holy when i hold it i won’t seize up (yeah)
the light is dim inside him, there ain’t no jesus (nah)

i know some n*ggas that will chop you up, believe it
wash the blade and pin him up now he’s leakin
to cross me what the f*ck was he thinkin (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
he should’ve known i walk amongst him as a demon

if i can’t beat you then that ar whip your face off
got too much goin’ got no time for a face off
i’ll end a n*gga quick like my name adolf
they use to laugh at me now i’m the one they hate on

want money, big bands f*ck a hoe
try me and where you stand is where you’ll go
there is no peace inside of me, hate is home
heart is withered the soulless one with the snow

i ain’t asked be in life i was chosed
it ain’t nothin for me get a n*gga gone
it ain’t no issue for me wipe a n*gga nose
b*tch i want the dough

ya ya, big big door
ya ya, big big door
ya ya, big big door
bust door
bust door
bu*bu*bust door

[tybvlone]
aye
i* i* i remember i was sleeping on the floor
bu* bu* bust down now my wrist made outta gold (aye)
water whippin i be cookin on the stove
it ain’t sh*t for me to kick a n*gga door (aye)

ak*47 keep a strap
better watch your back
talkin out yo neck get you clapped
better pack a gat

rob a n*gga now my pockets fat
i got h*lla racks
hunnid b*tches runnin round the house, i got h*lla snacks (aye)

snakes in the grass
momma told me watch my ass (aye)
i was just down bad
now i’m ridin in a jag (aye)

shorty gave me top went and got that b*tch a bag
got these b*tches choosin that’s why all these n*ggas mad

- gloom808 lyrics

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