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kick the door down - yn jay & louie ray lyrics

[verse 1: louie ray]
they tried to lock us out, we kicked the door down
i talk like i’m smart, end my sentence with a pr*noun
she got me in this b*tch getting drunk, it’s finna go down
n*gga, i’m important, you with me, have your pole out
i grow my own weed, tryna expand out
i’ma do it while i got the money, buying land now
i might pull up on you for a [?] got a gram house
she sprung off the d*ck, i got her wanting to put her [?]
probably could’ve, but i never got a handout
he was cool until he came around, this n*gga fanned out
n*gga, pull a band out
shoot, they gon’ scram out
if i say my weed [?] got a [?] not a half [?]

[verse 2: yn jay]
i’m recording on a real mic
i’m recording on a microphone
my n*gga still got all his guns, but his licance gone
hit the gas station, grab popeyes and styrophomеs
but i’m mad, ’cause the ice was gonе
you the type of n*gga probably put fake cardis on
you can’t run a football play on me, i can stop a zone
my n*gga called and said some bullsh*t, made me drop my phone
n*gga think it’s his because he stay there, that is not your home
i was in the clubs when i was young, i was not grown
hit a n*gga with a boom, it just blew up like a pop song
smack a n*gga in his head with an electric guitar, this a rock song
somebody asking who i’m with, i said n0body but telling truth
i’m with a freaky lil b*tch, she tryna suck my b*lls
you with a b*tch with no house, she ain’t got no walls
her p*ssy loose as h*ll, i know your b*tch p*ssy stink, she eat sushi meals
b*tch ass and titties fake, but the coochie real
got some nudles from the gas station, it’s a [?] meal
i called johnny dang, and told him i want something different, he said how you want it? i want a double g gucci grill
b*tch p*ssy dripping water, she got coochie spills
b*tch, i got a whole chicken on me in the coupe for real
bro could’ve went to the n.b.a., he can shoot for real
boy, you gotta tigh up your shoes, before you do a drill
my young n*gga, he don’t know sh*t, but he knew the deal
n*gga think he hard, ’cause he caught his first body [?]
i just f*cked your main b*tch, that’s your boo for real
[verse 3: louie ray]
he caught the whole play, must have knew the drill
f*cking with some n*ggas who you shouldn’t [?]
i wanted y’all to see me smiling, so i bought a grill
i just got a n*gga hit, i mean, i bought a k!ll
i don’t beef, i’m in here getting money
this my first time balling off of rapping, going dummy
so many diamonds in the pieces that we dropping, it ugly
i can’t believe you rich, [?] still bummy
i’m [?] thick, shoes dusty
i buy so many pares of burrberries, [?]
my money clean today, it was bl**dy
she can go black to blue [?]

- yn jay louie ray lyrics

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