Young Squage - Who's At The Door | Текст песни

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I hit 1, 2, 2 to the 4
Then I’m back on the phone
Get that green when I’m back on the streets
Then I’m back on the beats
Coco give me a yolo mind
Sing, sing, sing I got no, no time
Tie a bow bow tie, soho flat with a gogo wife
Play a little bit of kanye west and some ryan tedder and oh marvin
Got a big big bag of stolen hearts with me, I’m sorry
I’m never turning back, back to nothing, look where we are
Competition we killed, dada ding who’s at the door
Who’s at the door, who’s at the door,
Who’s at the door, who’s at the door,
Who’s at the door, who’s at the door,

What I do is switch my flow from electronic to the hip hop sound
No wait a minute, let me break it down,
It’s the illest over here, got some to tell
When I spit a lil something like this
It sound so crisp and it got to sell
I’m a ring yo bell

Who the fuck keep knocking on my door
Ciddy ciddy bang bang, yeah its squage bitch
Bang, bang, bang, bang like everywhere
7 clock in the morning money bitch
back on the block with that loaded shit
With a whole lot of automatic machine gun kelly
The clock is ticking better open it, argh!
Who’s at the door, who’s at the door,
Who’s at the door, who’s at the door,
Who’s at the door, who’s at the door,

This is like a bingo call
When I zing zang up in my spaceship car, check, check
Put the gold on now, with the billboard swag
Im a king like... please
Look up we are more like stars
Hova with a flow like none
Late up in the moon like what?
Like we do this shit, And im back on my
Yo, Im back on the road like I’m back on the legendary bigge small style check
With a minimal check flow, Im giving you the uh, like Im listening to James Brown yeah
No else who can flow like me, go to hell bring some more money
Devil laughing at my damn seat, go ahead im clean, I dont give a shit
Who’s at the door, who’s at the door,
Who’s at the door, who’s at the door,
Who’s at the door, who’s at the door.

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