Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Door, artist - K.A.A.N.. Date of issue: 03.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Door |
| Throwing caution to the wind |
| Where the fuck do I begin? |
| How the hell you get it in? |
| I don’t think it’s in your nature |
| I went from minor to major |
| This shit is easy, it’s a lay-up |
| Clyde Drexler ambidextrous |
| I’m in the game, you a pedestrian |
| Clandestine with your weak attempts |
| It’s not a hit, you ain’t make a dent |
| Man these niggas sounding kinda spent |
| I’m a connoisseur of the finer shit |
| I’m a make a mill' off the rhyming shit |
| Came a long way from top ramen |
| Bitch, you went the wrong way down a dead-end |
| I took the back steps but never back-peddled |
| Had to hit the clutch and make the gear switch |
| Driving reckless bitch, that’s the twisted metal |
| Dark as Darth Vader I am, came up from playing my hand |
| I couldn’t stay in the stands |
| I had to jump off the porch and then climb up a mountain like fuck it, |
| let’s see where I land |
| 'Cause I wanted me a Benz, Benz, Benz, Benz |
| The type where the rims spin, spin, spin |
| Sitting on twenty twin, twin, twin |
| The engine go ah |
| Love it or hate it |
| I know my worth, I appraised it |
| Diamond in the rough, I bet I call your bluff |
| I bet I bet it back, you better double up, uh |
| Big shot, hit that |
| I’ma send a message, did ya get that? |
| Your bitch, I’m in that |
| And she gon' let me fuck for a knickknack |
| New bag, jet lag |
| And she gon' give me top like a durag |
| Who dat? |
| Who dat? |
| Someone at the door, nigga who dat? |
| I been seen it all, yes lawd |
| I done got it on my own |
| I don’t want the spot |
| Kings get they heads cut off |
| Take a minute, ride with me |
| Nigga, you can feel the energy inside of me |
| I’m feeling like a living legend, living prosperous |
| I’m an underrated legend like Prodigy bitch |
| Young narcissist |
| Play that shit, ad nauseam |
| Still manic like Nas and them |
| Shit is hot as Fort Lauderdale |
| It Was Written, it ain’t hard to tell |
| Yeah I got it all for sale |
| Don’t believe, come see yourself |
| Take it easy, nigga what? |
| That’s that shit a nigga never done |
| Then y’all wonder why you never won |
| Number two, you never number one |
| Nigga you the runner up, but your run is up |
| Had a chance to score but you fumbled up |
| Yeah the world was yours but you fucked it up |
| Need a parachute, y’all falling off huh |
| Big shot, hit that |
| I’ma send a message, did ya get that? |
| Your bitch, I’m in that |
| And she gon' let me fuck for a knickknack |
| New bag, jet lag |
| And she gon' give me top like a durag |
| Who dat? |
| Who dat? |
| Someone at the door, nigga who dat? |