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open the door - luh tyler lyrics

[intro]
(d*mn, tye, you made this b*tch too?)
(shoutout to that boy ceg, he produced that)

[verse 1: veeze]
turn up, open it up, bust it open, b*tch, let my brother f*ck
been in the mall too long, i done balled too long, my godd*mn ankles swole
say she in love with the kid, we never even met, man, how is that possible?
i got the haters so mad, these n*ggas be sick, they need ’em a noodle bowl
he say he gettin’ money, i mean, sh*t, he ain’t gotta prove it though
i’m in this b*tch with lil’ skii, i’m feelin’ so wavy, i just might crowd surf
i’m takin’ his b*tch for a week, he ’bout to set him an amber alert
i whispered, “let’s f*ck,” in her ear, i can’t even lie, man, i suck at flirting

[verse 2: luh tyler]
i wake up, i’m countin’ a check, but it ain’t even the f*ckin’ first (f*ckin’ first)
she want me to ice her out, i say, “b*tch, you gotta suck it first” (gotta suck it first)
i kicked that ho to the streets, now i’m feelin’ like veeze how i did that b*tch the worst (gangerski)
bro keep sippin’ that drank like he sick, i’m startin’ to think he might need a nurse (d*mn)
i’m in this b*tch blowin’ exotic, i’m geeked out my mind, in a whole ‘nother universe (d*mn)
i just go walk in the booth and i k!ll the beat dead, where’s the casket? i need a he*rs* (let’s do it)
i heard that i’m runnin’ out of money, he startin’ to fall out it, but probably could use a verse (n*gga broke)
i get to wake up and ball, this rapping my job, hit the booth and i put in work (yeah)
n*gga, i’m havin’ a ball, i been gettin’ this money, got your b*tch comin’ out her skirt (let’s go)
i got this money comin’ in from so many angles, man, you could just call me kurt (d*mn)
i’m stuffin’ my pocket with racks, my sh*t looking good, boy, i see that your pockets hurt (sh*t looking good)
if that lil’ b*tch ain’t bad, i cut her from the team, man, it feel like i’m doin’ surgery (surgery)
[verse 3: veeze]
this b*tch asked me for a purse, i wouldn’t even buy her a perc’ 30
my bank keep checkin’ for fraud, all of this sh*t, i done purchased it
i might just open a breakfast spot, i’m deep in with syrup
she want fifteen hundred to f*ck, too bad, her p*ssy wasn’t worth it
roll up, pour me up, gangerski aka dirty cup
fat ass ain’t enough, she goin’ back in, gotta get her titties done
dog don’t want no smoke, don’t play with guns, these n*ggas some powderpuffs
this sh*t in my blunt, it’s presidential like obama and ’em

[verse 4: luh tyler]
man, i just keep countin’ the twenties and fifties and hundreds, man, i got a lot of them (i got a lot of them)
whenever i speak to the fans, i be tellin’ the truth, n*gga, why would i lie to them? (why would i lie to them?)
i’m chillin’ with tye in this b*tch and that boy off a ‘shroom, man, you can’t get more high than him (can’t get more high than him)
everybody see the kid on the way to the top, now they wanna ride with him (they wanna ride with him)

[outro: luh tyler]
yeah, uh, uh
phew, phew, skii

- luh tyler lyrics

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