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I know you don't care either way if I stay or leave
But if you come around, save the last slam for me
me in the face
Girl, don’t slam the door
You can hear calling every second yet there’s no response
Every second, every day
Made me feel some type
ma get hot
I can make a person fight to survive whether good or connivin
You never know when it's your time to leave
Smokin weed to keep my mind
more control of the outcome
You can leave the world amazed (a maize) without corn
End the crisis without firing a gun
I'm too cool, so when the fire's in
through storms to find you
Slam those doors behind you
Don't let the past define you
Turn the page and don't look down
There's nothing safe and nothing
I’m gone fake it till I make it then you own one
Post your rentals are you want I’ll pull up when I own one
Show me what you got and I just might put
Don’t tell me that, I am not trying’ to hear that!
I want you out! (Door Slam)
With your sympathetic lies
all the time
But you know I gotta prove that
I can't leave here anytime soon
Nah
I got something to do
Yeah
Walk away as the door slams
You got blood in
hair can't be nappy!"
Blonde and blue-eyed, or dark-skinned half a G
A disease, created by leprosy
Don't speak of bleach, bend them to right
Say,
the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy
feel low
Look inside my eyes and really see into my soul,
I don't ever wanna see you leave and slam another door closed.
Maybe I got more hope
Maybe you
I've been looking for
You go out and you slam the door
Are you the trouble I've been looking for.
My eyes still burn whether you leave or return
drinkin' gin
Beat you like you be fuckin'
Up in school again
Beat you like you ain't take out the trash
Lay you 'cross my lap and beat yo ass
I don't leave
cfter Joint I Be Puffing
Then Verse cfter Verse On The Hustle
They Join When I Jot But They Bluffing
Your Verse In Reverse cnd You Fumble
I Got The Flame
better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
When I speak you better listen
The harder it gets, the more follows
And I'm
without ya girl
Wish I could tell you how I feel, everything that I'm working for is yours
How could I ignore when I wanna be yours girl I slam the door
of these niggas you wildin' out like Chico Bean
When there's drama I don't ask no questions, I just clap in that direction
I look at this gat like it's
When you come thru, leave your shoes at the door
Don't touch shit, sit your ass on the floor
Good weed gettin rolled, good drinks gettin poured
We
don't wanna be alone
Don't you fucking leave me here all on
My own and call my phone
It's alright, yeah, eleven through the bag
(Oh)
When you talk you
Naw, jobber, I put you under
Survive Thanksgiving and then Slam
You in the Summer
Chuckle at a youngster trying to
Drop a Diamond Cutter
When they Stone
I been cheated by you since you know when
So I made up my mind, it must come to an end
Look at me now, will I ever learn?
I don't know how but I
(Baby)
Invade my privacy
(Yeah)
I always see the door is open
I'm thinking right now I could (I could)
But you slam it right in my face
My chance doesn't
getting some
I left a trace on her face
Said I’m always in the race, yeah baby you know
When you open your front door
And hear your back door slam
Whoa it
when you hurt me
Do you keep on walking on that path
Where'd you go after the car crash
Slam the door and you took off quite fast
If you knew it'd be
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