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closed doors - sheemy lyrics

[intro]
“shout out yamaica”
like what? like how?
“carlos mix some sh*t up”
“beats by yamaica [?] baby”
like what? like how?
(got the most opps doing the most sh*t [?] got the most bread and we f*cking the most b*tches like word to my dead)
listen

[chorus]
smoking, on who? nah everyone shot
y’all can’t say we don’t bend do block, yeah, ebk eos they know our bop
free kam mr making it hot
and we spinning, all day until somebody drop
so, let me know if you ready or not, cause when gon’ spin ain’t no telling us stop
if it wasn’t for for money, when you love me, or not
b*tch
[verse 1]
but rah in the air, and he punching the hardest
i don’t know why they getting me startеd back door, who? y’all n*ggas r*t*rded
day one’s changеd that sh*t got me heartless
so, f*ck it i do what i do
cause at the end no way telling me ku
maddy be bugging go dumb with the doose remember he ran when y’all thought that he threw b*tch
and why they keep saying i took that on hop
like we ain’t gon spin every block like n*ggas ain’t ducking run out of they socks
don’t cap just give us our props we ain’t gon talk about to the eight
what them cops can tell where y’all safe
he tried to reach but sorry too late
please do not move see the gun in your face
don’t run don’t shout don’t panic
all talk don’t cross no damage
he ain’t get shot but i bet you it’s manning
she say “i’m a demon” i know she can’t stand it like can’t stand when i dug her out
she a freak so i spit in her mouth, free bob how mr in and he out
free pop mr. run in your house, b*tch
look f*ck all the rapping f*ck all the cap i’m really the one with the bread
when it’s time to go drill i’m calling up kap and spazz mr. eddy, and ed
we been waiting to catch him, and gun him for now, we smoking on rah he dead
lil dummy got shot in his head, so none of these n*ggas gon talk on my dead b*tch

[interlude: sheemy]
like how? like what?
f*ck is n*ggas talking about?
got the most money, most opps
doing the most sh*t
y’all n*ggas lacking in songs
the f*ck is wrong, with y’all n*ggas?
like what like how
(rah rah)
suck my d*ck f*ck is you talking about
[chorus]
smoking, on who? nah everyone shot
y’all can’t say we don’t bend do block, yeah, ebk eos they know i bop
free kay i’m mr making it hot
and we spinning, all day until somebody drop
so, let me know if you ready or not, cause when gon’ spin ain’t no telling us stop
if it wasn’t for money, when you love me, or not
b*tch

[verse 2]
like these was n*ggas i was giving my last to
instead, of changing like n*gga i had you
f*cking with opps i’m sorry, can’t jack you
you said that it’s lit can’t wait till catch you
like lately, i just been on a road to the richest
stacking money while i’m making a hit list
n*ggas be hating while we f*cking they b*tches
golden child they know i’m the ticket i don’t wanna talk about the sh*t that we did
but everyone know what we do, howard a deamon a life that he lived
catch a bd dressed up as a jew
he thought he was he was gang but backdoor was open
lil dumbass ain’t have him a clue

[outro]
f*ck is y’all talking about? every opp shot
everything dead n*gga back door woke
f*ck is y’all talking about?
(rah rah)

- sheemy lyrics

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