DOORZ

Lyrics

[Intro] 808 Mafia [Chorus: Derez De'Shon] Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors I said please don't slam my doors Treat it like it's your's Pull up in that Porshe Hop out like oh lord These are not the stores This ain't Michael Cores You see these double G's, this that shit you can't aford Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors [Verse 1: Derez De'Shon] Pay attention Listen 30 seconds pass, I ain't heard no ticking That's that Roley on me Spent like 40 on it Got like 40 on me And that 40 on me Bitch, these not in stores Copped [?] Jordans Had them two weeks fresh out the [?] before you got your's Bitch, I did my chores And my bitch is foreign So when you see me with her, she just toured I want all kind of money Talking 'bout all type of money Shit I buried in the backyard, forgot all about money I'm serving niggas dummies Especially if they country Got 8 bricks but it was really 4 Hah that's funny [Chorus: Derez De'Shon] Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors I said please don't slam my doors Treat it like it's your's Pull up in that Porshe Hop out like oh lord These are not the stores This ain't Michael Cores You see these double G's, this that shit you can't aford Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors [Verse 2: Young Thug] Maserati or the Phantom today Young nigga wanna hit it from the back, just like a balcony, bae Man, young niggas running round, them slimes, they want that ammo today I got your main bitch crushing my dick, I feel like captain today Fuck on me, suck on me, fuck on me, suck on me as I just ride through the hood Girl, you know you want that wood Keep that, that sound good? Hickery dickery, diamonds from Tifany Bitches wanna suck on me, killing me Litterally, litterally, fucked this bitch, no [?] no felony You play with Young Thug, I want some spaghetti My nigga real, no snitch, but he telling me To keep you a pistol, [?] me [Chorus: Derez De'Shon] Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors I said please don't slam my doors Treat it like it's your's Pull up in that Porshe Hop out like oh lord These are not the stores This ain't Michael Cores You see these double G's, this that shit you can't aford Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors Please don't slam my doors