2 Chainz

2 Chainz - Door Swangin lyrics

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I wouldn't even...

I wouldn't even be here without that mothaf**kin' door

We doing numbers, holmes



5540, we doing numbers, holmes

You can look that shit up, you can research that shit



Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it

I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it

Can't forget how I f**king had the door swinging

Can't forget how I f**king had the door swinging



No doorbell, we had the cameras included

No hibachi, all we had is some tuna fish

Moved up a level, then I stepped up my grind

Got to the top, ain't nobody around

When I look down, all I see is some sucka shit

And I'ma run shit, I put that on my bucket list

Adidas streetball, all the foreigns with the straps

Before the dreadlocks, I had the cornrows to the back

Used to sit on a broke down Camaro with packs

Told her, "Turn around," even though she had his name tatted

That's the way that it was, had a way with the girls

Had a felony before you knew what a felony was

You was taking the shots, you was feeling the buzz

Got so much in the stash spot, I could fill up a bus

Got gorillas with us, got chinchillas with us

No pretenders with us, got the winners with us, yeah



Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it

I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it

Can't forget how I f**king had the door swinging

Can't forget how I f**king had the door swinging

Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it

I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it

Can't forget how I f**king had the door swinging

Can't forget how I f**king had the door swinging



Somebody watching the front door

Yeah I went to college and sold dope

Sold narcotics, a boat load

And all us felons and can't vote

Yeah I'm from the cut, I'm cutthroat

All up in the crowd, Frank Lucas fur coat

Yeah, sipping muddy like a mothaf**kin' Merlot

Under the influence, I stayed on the first floor, first floor

Wait, first 48, hard to see my face, diamonds in the way

This is MMA, I just beat the case

In and out the nail salon, she got her nails polished

Turn up in tennis shoes, turn up in red bottoms

Turn up in red bottoms, turn up, turn up in red bottoms

She turn up in red bottoms, yeah what?

A nigga a hustler, now the feds got him

You bring the rubber bands, I bring the money counter

 



Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it

I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it

Can't forget how I f**king had the door swinging

Can't forget how I f**king had the door swinging

Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it

I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it

Can't forget how I f**king had the door swinging

Can't forget how I f**king had the door swinging
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