Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Door Lock, artist - Marlo. Album song The Wire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Door Lock |
| I’m the same nigga from the front street |
| Still juggin' out a ho’s spot |
| Stayed down now I came up |
| And I was fucked up, I used the door lock |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |
| Same nigga from the front street |
| Still juggin' out a ho’s spot |
| Stayed down now I came up |
| And I was fucked up, I used the door lock |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |
| I keep paper like a trashbag |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We be all in the trenches with it |
| Bombs all like Baghdad |
| Cameras all in the rear with it |
| I can see the streets when I back back |
| Plain jane, Gucci wrist watch |
| Got plenty sense but get dumb guap |
| Still drippin' at your ho spot |
| We was kickin' shit then we told part |
| Same nigga went to Buckhead and Court County just to dole off |
| Straight eight, that’s a transformer |
| Me and Rudy hopin' out robots |
| Raf shirt, Gucci jugs on, Balenciaga, they low top |
| I’m the same nigga from the front street |
| Still juggin' out a ho’s spot |
| Stayed down now I came up |
| And I was fucked up, I used the door lock |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |
| Same nigga from the front street |
| Still juggin' out a ho’s spot |
| Stayed down now I came up |
| And I was fucked up, I used the door lock |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |
| I’m the same nigga on the backstreets with a big pistol and a hundred P’s |
| Traphouse with a real plug, he done served over a hundred keys |
| Birds eye from the condo, motherfucker in the sky with it |
| Fishbowl on the new Benz, juggin' while my Cartier’s tinted |
| Audemar my wristwear, iced in like a Frigidare |
| Chopsticks at Benihana, we ain’t usin' no silverware |
| Watch me like a telescope, I really came up from selling dope |
| I’m on MLK with a yellow bitch, had to get some bags from the yellow store |
| I’m the same nigga from the front street |
| Still juggin' out a ho’s spot |
| Stayed down now I came up |
| And I was fucked up, I used the door lock |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |
| Same nigga from the front street |
| Still juggin' out a ho’s spot |
| Stayed down now I came up |
| And I was fucked up, I used the door lock |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |
| I’m the same nigga from the front street with a big bomb on my nuts nigga |
| I’m the same nigga that stayed down, I ran that shit up nigga |
| You gon' clutch nigga, I done bust niggas |
| My bitch my dog, I don’t trust niggas |
| Where I come from it was rough nigga |
| Tryna get it off in a rush nigga |
| If they ever grab you just hush nigga |
| I’ma have the lawyer pullin' up for you |
| Six figures for a Johnny |
| I ain’t comin' nothing less for you |
| Big AMG, look at me, did this shit on my own |
| I’m the same nigga from the west end with them country boys in my phone |
| I’m the same nigga from the front street |
| Still juggin' out a ho’s spot |
| Stayed down now I came up |
| And I was fucked up, I used the door lock |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |
| Same nigga from the front street |
| Still juggin' out a ho’s spot |
| Stayed down now I came up |
| And I was fucked up, I used the door lock |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |
| Racks on me, nigga hashtag |
| We don’t kick the shit 'cause we told part |