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david banner - suicide doors lyrics

(feat. ugk, young dro & kandi burruss)

david, david, david,
david, david, david,
david banner n-gg-

[chorus: x2]
suicide doors sui sui suicide doors
suicide doors sui sui suicide doors (where i’m from)suicide doors sui sui suicide doors (where i’m from)suicide doors sui sui suicide doors (where i’m from)suicide doors i’m planning to live big

[verse 1: david banner]
i can give a f-ck about you n-gg-s and you
hoes sitting in my black escalade got some
suicide doors inside peanut b-tter peter
pan brown i’m a country -ss n-gg- with some
dues on the ground show the motherf-cking
hollering skating meet me down the street
sippin on some purple while your baby momma
sucking me talk about my seed then it’s skeet
if you f-ck with me i don’t have to throw a
b-tch to show you i’m a f-cking g a to the
n to the g s c r some country -ss n-gg-sfrom
the sippi so we are man i got some dro mang
you can bring the cigar we can hit the dirrty
you buy off the bizzare

[verse 2: pimp c]
suicide doors and a blonde hair gene it’s
not a d-mn chop it’s a real lamborghini 25
shows in the circuit in the side ain’t got
no bodyguards just need my guard these
n-gg-s mighty fraud i see it there stance
and a ho and i know that it gots a p-ssy
in his pants n-gg- i got your advance on my
pinky ring b-tch pimp c b-tch a 3 b-tch
need whole key b-tch weigh me 1 3 b-tch my
uzi weighs a ton i bought a necklace for my
d-ck and my nuts got there own mysp-ce page
hit my b-lls 25 thous on a day b-tch b-tch
b-tch b-tch b-tch b-tch hold up hold up
b-tch

[chorus:]
suicide doors sui sui suicide doors
suicide doors sui sui suicide doors (where i’m from)suicide doors sui sui suicide doors (where i’m from)suicide doors sui sui suicide doors (where i’m from)suicide doors i’m planning to live big ok

[verse 3: kandi]
pile of them n-gg-s who know how to roll in
them old school cars with them suicide doors
every b-tch want him ’cause he’s riding so
cold but i’m chillin on his side and we
stuntin on them hos

[verse 4: bun b]
i’m known to be a baller but not on the court
i’m a rapper but work to export yeah i’m a
player i don’t play the game so keep em my
pully pully out at the bar a n-gg- mr.street
sweeper bun beata big bun beata show me
respect mang perfect with the pistol they
test it with a deck mang when you see the
flashing it’s the diamonds reflecting mang
so heavy on your mind before i blow it off
your neck mang

[outro:]
n-gg- boom n-gg- boom n r tell y’all b-tch
ain’t sh-t i got it motherf-cker i’m planning
to big you can keep your wife n-gg- i just
wanted your lawn and ans is a side i’ll never
go broke i said you can keep your wife i just
wanted your lawn and ans is a side i’ll never
go broke b-tch b-tch b-tch b-tch b-tch b-tch
hold up hold up b-tch

- david banner lyrics

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