"Suicide Doors" lyrics

Ramirez & Soulzay Lyrics

"Suicide Doors"

Chevy with the suicide doors on some flapjacks
Making money selling, breaking hoes, pulling fat stacks
Chevy with the suicide doors on some flapjacks
Making money selling, breaking hoes, pulling fat stacks
Chevy with the suicide doors on some flapjacks
Making money selling, breaking hoes, pulling fat stacks
Chevy with the suicide doors on some flapjacks
Making money selling, breaking hoes, pulling fat stacks

Stepping on plenty necks, depositing heavy checks
Tryna do business with me, you know you gotta come correct
Dope runners on my feet like this '95
Can't catch no vibe with you, dog, that's why she with me in my ride
Deep inside, I know it hurts and I can see it in your eyes
I can only give you the truth, all they raps be full of lies
Don't make a wrong move, shit could turn into something real critical
They need to check up on you like you just went through a physical
There's nothing that could faze me (Faze me)
Stressin' 'bout a bitch, hell naw, is you crazy
Lately, I've been running up a big bag, they big mad
Now the tables turn, they going out real sad, real sad

Chevy with the suicide doors on some flapjacks
Making money selling, breaking hoes, pulling fat stacks
Chevy with the suicide doors on some flapjacks
Making money selling, breaking hoes, pulling fat stacks
Chevy with the suicide doors on some flapjacks
Making money selling, breaking hoes, pulling fat stacks
Chevy with the suicide doors on some flapjacks
Making money selling, breaking hoes, pulling fat stacks

Chevy with the suicide doors on some flapjacks
Making money selling, breaking hoes, I'm pulling fat stacks
Zay done hit my pager, told me, "Rami, time to run back"
Jack be itching, plays to make some moves and start piling the racks
V-E-L-V-E-T-N-O-T-E
Don't fuck for free, we charge a fee, so fuck off me
I need the green and everything between, serving the fiends
Don't make a scene, selling gasoline, pimping deep up in my genes
Deal off the curb, the Benzes coupe that sits on Vogues
Four fifteens up in my truck, knocking like I'm kicking the door, yeah
Bitch, I make it look easy, something you ain't seen before (Bitch)
Check the scoreboard, motherfucker, shake 'em up and leave 'em froze, yeah

Chevy with the suicide doors on some flapjacks
Making money selling, breaking hoes, pulling fat stacks
Chevy with the suicide doors on some flapjacks
Making money selling, breaking hoes, pulling fat stacks
Chevy with the suicide doors on some flapjacks
Making money selling, breaking hoes, pulling fat stacks
Chevy with the suicide doors on some flapjacks
Making money selling, breaking hoes, pulling fat stacks


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