Lirik Lagu Open The Door - Luh Tyler (feat. Veeze)
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[Intro:](Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)(Shoutout to that boy Ceg, he produced that)
[Veeze:]Turn up, open it up, bust it open, bitch, let my brother fuckBeen in the mall too long, I done balled too long, my goddamn ankles swoleSay she in love with the kid, we never even met, man, how is that possible?I got the haters so mad, these niggas be sick, they need 'em a noodle bowlHe say he gettin' money, I mean, shit, he ain't gotta prove it thoughI'm in this bitch with lil' Skii, I'm feelin' so wavy, I just might crowd surfI'm takin' his bitch for a week, he 'bout to set him an Amber AlertI whispered, "Let's fuck," in her ear, I can't even lie, man, I suck at flirting
[Luh Tyler:]I wake up, I'm countin' a check, but it ain't even the fuckin' first (Fuckin' first)She want me to ice her out, I say, "Bitch, you gotta suck it first" (Gotta suck it first)I kicked that ho to the streets, now I'm feelin' like Veeze how I did that bitch the worst (Gangerski)Bro keep sippin' that drank like he sick, I'm startin' to think he might need a nurse (Damn)I'm in this bitch blowin' exotic, I'm geeked out my mind, in a whole 'nother universe (Damn)I just go walk in the booth and I kill the beat dead, where's the casket? I need a hearse (Let's do it)I heard that I'm runnin' out of money, he startin' to fall out it, but probably could use a verse (Nigga broke)I get to wake up and ball, this rapping my job, hit the booth and I put in work (Yeah)Nigga, I'm havin' a ball, I been gettin' this money, got your bitch comin' out her skirt (Let's go)I got this money comin' in from so many angles, man, you could just call me Kurt (Damn)I'm stuffin' my pocket with racks, my shit looking good, boy, I see that your pockets hurt (Shit looking good)If that lil' bitch ain't bad, I cut her from the team, man, it feel like I'm doin' surgery (Surgery)
[Veeze:]This bitch asked me for a purse, I wouldn't even buy her a Perc' 30My bank keep checkin' for fraud, all of this shit, I done purchased itI might just open a breakfast spot, I'm deep in with syrupShe want fifteen hundred to fuck, too bad, her pussy wasn't worth itRoll up, pour me up, Gangerski AKA dirty cupFat ass ain't enough, she goin' back in, gotta get her titties doneDog don't want no smoke, don't play with guns, these niggas some powderpuffsThis shit in my blunt, it's presidential like Obama and 'em
[Luh Tyler:]Man, I just keep countin' the twenties and fifties and hundreds, man, I got a lot of them (I got a lot of them)Whenever I speak to the fans, I be tellin' the truth, nigga, why would I lie to them? (Why would I lie to them?)I'm chillin' with Tye in this bitch and that boy off a 'shroom, man, you can't get more high than him (Can't get more high than him)Everybody see the kid on the way to the top, now they wanna ride with him (They wanna ride with him)
Yeah, uh, uhPhew, phew, skii
[Veeze:]Turn up, open it up, bust it open, bitch, let my brother fuckBeen in the mall too long, I done balled too long, my goddamn ankles swoleSay she in love with the kid, we never even met, man, how is that possible?I got the haters so mad, these niggas be sick, they need 'em a noodle bowlHe say he gettin' money, I mean, shit, he ain't gotta prove it thoughI'm in this bitch with lil' Skii, I'm feelin' so wavy, I just might crowd surfI'm takin' his bitch for a week, he 'bout to set him an Amber AlertI whispered, "Let's fuck," in her ear, I can't even lie, man, I suck at flirting
[Luh Tyler:]I wake up, I'm countin' a check, but it ain't even the fuckin' first (Fuckin' first)She want me to ice her out, I say, "Bitch, you gotta suck it first" (Gotta suck it first)I kicked that ho to the streets, now I'm feelin' like Veeze how I did that bitch the worst (Gangerski)Bro keep sippin' that drank like he sick, I'm startin' to think he might need a nurse (Damn)I'm in this bitch blowin' exotic, I'm geeked out my mind, in a whole 'nother universe (Damn)I just go walk in the booth and I kill the beat dead, where's the casket? I need a hearse (Let's do it)I heard that I'm runnin' out of money, he startin' to fall out it, but probably could use a verse (Nigga broke)I get to wake up and ball, this rapping my job, hit the booth and I put in work (Yeah)Nigga, I'm havin' a ball, I been gettin' this money, got your bitch comin' out her skirt (Let's go)I got this money comin' in from so many angles, man, you could just call me Kurt (Damn)I'm stuffin' my pocket with racks, my shit looking good, boy, I see that your pockets hurt (Shit looking good)If that lil' bitch ain't bad, I cut her from the team, man, it feel like I'm doin' surgery (Surgery)
[Veeze:]This bitch asked me for a purse, I wouldn't even buy her a Perc' 30My bank keep checkin' for fraud, all of this shit, I done purchased itI might just open a breakfast spot, I'm deep in with syrupShe want fifteen hundred to fuck, too bad, her pussy wasn't worth itRoll up, pour me up, Gangerski AKA dirty cupFat ass ain't enough, she goin' back in, gotta get her titties doneDog don't want no smoke, don't play with guns, these niggas some powderpuffsThis shit in my blunt, it's presidential like Obama and 'em
[Luh Tyler:]Man, I just keep countin' the twenties and fifties and hundreds, man, I got a lot of them (I got a lot of them)Whenever I speak to the fans, I be tellin' the truth, nigga, why would I lie to them? (Why would I lie to them?)I'm chillin' with Tye in this bitch and that boy off a 'shroom, man, you can't get more high than him (Can't get more high than him)Everybody see the kid on the way to the top, now they wanna ride with him (They wanna ride with him)
Yeah, uh, uhPhew, phew, skii
