
Door Lock Marlo (Ft. Bite Da Don & Lil Baby)
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[Chorus: Bite Da Don]
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
[Verse 1: Bite Da Don]
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
[Verse 1: Bite Da Don]
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
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