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lirik lagu automatic doors - soch

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[intro]
yeah, yeah
soch
faker, where you at? faker

[verse 1]
the doors lock automatic, just like coke when it drop
and my lines two fifty like i’m pourin’ the wock
coffee table glock, magazine that fold on the top
with a secret release, so you don’t know when it (woo)
in medellin with a gorgeous thing
and them ketamine lines could lay a stallion down like tory lanez
they hold my name when i am board the plane (soch)
spot to spot, been through more doors than the lord of rings
you broke boys can’t afford a chain
and your main 5’9″ with a crooked eye likе slaughter gang
i wrote the book and i call thе plays
major hustlers, trappin’ handicap with that quarter ‘caine
who want it?
y’all can get it, this them free things
i put you in the air where you stand like a green screen (yeah)
at sixteen was bumpin’ “thief’s theme”
that bird got a mailman assist like the dream team (woo)

[chorus]
when you shoppin’, you view the prices
that paper got you dudes tappin’ out in a judo vice grip
i worked hard, maybe you should try it
ayo, i stay between the paper like prosciutto slices
[verse 2]
numero uno, whole crew gonna slide (let’s go)
and roll on ’em like maguro inside
pasta dinners, light music, tryna loosen the vibe
made men, don’t dress corporate, but got numerous ties (yeah)
it don’t matter, count the wins or not
i test your first lines ’cause you the biggest mark
if i put you down in writtens, then you in the plot
still always double up my share just like they split the stock (let’s go)
you see the soul through the eyes when it’s win or draw
so just in case, my vintage versaces tinted dark
ayo, our style different
you got no flavor, like fried chicken from white women
i’m dime pickin’, you time spendin’ with side chicks like your wife in ’em
charles d~ckens with hype williams, i write different
my life like your life, but with five wishes
i take flight, celebrate twice ’cause the time difference (yeah)

[chorus]
when you shoppin’, you view the prices
that paper got you dudes tappin’ out in a judo vice grip
i worked hard, maybe you should try it
ayo, i stay between the paper like prosciutto slices (who want it?)


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