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Suicide Doors Lyrics Meanings
by Gunna, French Montana

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Suicide Doors Lyrics

La música de Harry Fraud
Call her friend, let's have a ménage, oh
From the bottom, straight to the top, oh

We chop that work, we got that work
Box that work, she got that work
She got that work, my diamonds twerk
Them haters hurt when them tables turn
Suicide (suicide doors)
Suicide (suicide doors)
Suicide (suicide doors)
Suicide (suicide doors)

Who got that work? (Who got that work?)
Who got that work? (Who got that work?)
Came out the dirt (came out the dirt)
I move that work, dawg
Your pockets hurt (your pockets hurt)
My car got curtains (dawg)
Her pussy squirt (her pussy squirt)
I fucked her like a dog
Bought her pink diamonds 'cause my bitch look like a doll (doll)
The head so good, made me overlook all of her flaws (flaws)
Don't panic, I got suicidal doors on my cars (cars)
Tell Elliot this water that I wear could look like Voss (we got that work)
I'm in Fiji, drippin' 'cross the globe (box that work)
Minks and chinchillas on my niggas and my hoes (we got that work)
Yeah, took the top off for the winter like I'm Hov (we got that work)
Yeah, put the vibes all in the Sprinter for the road (road)
Ain't no switchin', all my niggas stickin' to the code (code)
My man 'dem, that's my main man, get this shit in by the load (load)
Told her put that cocaína color on her toes (on her toes)
And the bitch backed up with suicidal doors

We chop that work, we got that work
Box that work, she got that work
She got that work, my diamonds twerk
Them haters hurt when them tables turn
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (suicide doors)
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (suicide doors)
(Came out the dirt)
Suicide (suicide doors)
(I put in work)
Suicide (suicide doors) Before I chase a ho, I hug my baby close
Right before you blink your eye, I'm on a different coast
I'm on that pot, wrist Lucas
I direct the movies
Phantoms from the hoopties
Hah, that cash money, Juvie
That's a wrap, doobie
I'm on the hills, Fugees
Drop top on roofies
Caesar pals with Judas, hah
Hey, you know that boy check fatal (hey)
Why you think his face like a bagel?
Choppin' down the work, dime a piece
My diamonds jumpin' like Dominique (bling)
Water blue ice, rest in peace to Eazy (skrrt)
Choppin' down an onion, my eyes Filipin'

We chop that work, we got that work
Box that work, she got that work
She got that work, my diamonds twerk
Them haters hurt when them tables turn
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (suicide doors)
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (suicide doors)
(Came out the dirt)
Suicide (suicide doors)
(I put in work)
Suicide (suicide doors)

Call her friend, let's have a ménage, oh
From the bottom, straight to the top, oh

Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Rory Quigley, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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