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Butterly Doors
by BBYBacarti
I'm finna blow up
The lean got me poured up
Butterfly doors when they go up
Aye
Butterfly doors when they go up
Aye
I'm finna throw up
I'm gonna blow up
I'm gonna pour up
Butterfly doors when they go up
Aye
Butterfly doors when they go up
Aye
Butterfly doors when they go up
Shawty hop up on the dick she ain't going slow
I got some more
Do on my shit call me doughboy
Run them bands like a poboy
Took a niggas bitch and his sister too
So much money In my pocket don't know what to do
I got bands I just bought a coupe
Run the pack like I'm Jerry
Rice on a bitch like it's mixed with spaghetti
I got hoes out the regular
Lean man I pour up
Put some ice in my cup and some ice on my wrist
Man icy weather I feel like narco
Milly rock in Indy
When I run with the hammer
I just fucked my bitch had her guts folding
She like a coupe so I copped her a rarri to match her chain
We iced out I don't need a wedding ring
Run with the rocket call me james
Harden in this bitch
Pull up from the three I call my shot like Kobe and shit
Bust down on my wrist took a bitch flexed up I'm next up
Rap about the pressure imma expose ya
I been rapping since 98
Bitch you know I'm great
I'm finna blow up
The lean got me poured up
Butterfly doors when they go up
Butterfly doors when they go up
I'm finna throw up
I'm gonna blow up
Imma go pour up
Butterfly doors when they go up
Aye
Butterfly doors when they go up
Aye
Butterfly doors when they go up
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