Lyrics:
the records they record can open doors
But that shit aint knockin'
I've got the key to the game located deep in my pocket
I just need a locksmith to help me
to a riot
my crew will occupate the building barricade the doors
once the beat kicks in you'll understand
Loop Troop hated by everyone
(There is no way that
sweating pore to pore
A nigga done got up and closed a door
If you walk with me I won't ever give a problem
Unless you got one solve some drug lords out in
designed by fools behind closed doors
And another thing I won't discuss is religion
It always causes a fight
Vavoom
There she goes again
'How does she
First, we're affected by what we know
When I talk to the kids in high school classes, college classes
That's the first thing I tell 'em
Get
Same nigga with crust on his toes
He sucking dick behind closed doors
Finna blast shit for my vatos
No we not muchachos
Need a white bitch not no dark
trust the outline
Regrets reflects on windows
The spine of society plasticine
The things that happen behind closed doors
Now remain there, no choice
to the bathroom with cocoa-butter in my hand
Closed the door behind me, locked it very tight
Thinkin' of all the naughty things we did last night
Slipped out my
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
can't complain for you babe
Made a mistake for you babe
Now i can't wait for you baby yuh
Leave yo panties by the door
Hop on the floor
I'll make you feel
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
thought we had the best in life
But life got in our way
You finally closed the door
And left me standing there
With nothing left for me to do or say
That's
Christmas scone
Take me back to the way it was before
Magically appearing Christmas trees behind the door
Surrounded by all the lights
Not getting in all
quarters of slaughters
Tell ya sons and daughters
Behind the closed doors it's an old wise man
With the power of destruction at the palm of his hand
designed by fools behind closed doors
And another thing I won't discuss is religion
It always causes a fight
Vavoom
There she goes again
'How does she
started up my life
Two semesters flashed before my eyes
Who’d have known behind the door theres people waiting on the other side
Made a home, built it
While you're stuck in the basement
Trapped in your thoughts
Locked behind doors with "no entry" hanged
C'mon, whats goin on man
What happened last time
One got eight one got four one got ten
The other ion know behind them prison walls behind them state doors keep
Y'all head up and don't fold when
I've been stuck in slow mo
Low prose like I'm off the codone
Roto by myself I'm solo
Smoke dro behind any closed door
I've been stuck in slow mo
Low
at a halt
Got no clue, what's coming for you
Behind closed doors, your life plays through
A pawn on the board, bets all out
Your life is a game that ends in
to explain this lyrically
Behind closed doors you'll find the real me
The devil has been tempting me
Why you tempting me, huh?
What you know about a man
size they grow in wealth
No fucking honesty
Line the pockets
Make them rich
As they laugh at us
Behind closed doors
Line the pockets
Make them rich
m on March I don't see cause I can't watch,
I am puzzled by the thought, of our fusions are from the top
Behind closed doors they decide who goes next
Play me till I bleed
Play me, oh play me
Play me on repeat cause I
Lust after the way you act behind closed doors
I guess I need you more than we had
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