quavo - doors go up! lyrics
[intro: quavo]
woah, yeah, yeah
what you got that m-th-f-cka on?
oh my gosh, [?]
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus: quavo, trippie redd]
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
bad b-tch is f-ckin’ by the crew (by the crew, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
bad b-tch is f-ckin’ by the crew (by the crew, yeah)
[verse 1: quavo]
doors go up like skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt)
bad b-tches callin’ like brrt, brrt, brtt (brrt, brtt)
truck load backing up, beep, beep, beep (beep beep)
f-ck her till she squirt i make her skeet skeet skeet
touch her like i’m [?]
bad b-tch is goin’ (bad)
everybody knowing (knowing)
i’m northside [?]
nodding off in [?]
riding [?] i keep going
this summer time is [?] (summer)
cause all my ice is on (ice)
dripping ice [?]
they thought things were boring
all this n-ggas snakes [?]
[?]
i got two two door coupes, and four cell phones
one an iphone 6 and one a samsung
i can’t [?] send your -ss home
i can sell a [?] and get you high holmes
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt in the parking lot gone
b-tch, i’m quavo huncho in the trail like game of thrones
[chorus: quavo, trippie redd]
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
bad b-tch is f-ckin’ by the crew (by the crew, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
bad b-tch is f-ckin’ by the crew (by the crew, yeah)
[verse 2: trippie redd]
doors go up in my coupe
yeah in this ‘rarri, b-tch, i do not have a roof (have a roof)
yeah, i’m pullin’ out with them choppas like a troop
hit that p-ssy good slurp up on it like some soup
play her like a flute
heard your last tape, p-ssy n-gga that was p–p
yeah, fortnite, b-tch i need to loot
yeah, on my wrist, its so sick just like the flu (like the flu yeah)
[?] finger in this b-tch like i do (like i do)
to the gang, b-tch i do not play, uh
y’all f-ck with lames, know that trippie redd insane
(i’m insane)
might blow her brains, man this coupe look like a plane
cause [?] got some shoots in the [?]
[chorus: quavo, trippie redd]
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
bad b-tch is f-ckin’ by the crew (by the crew, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, yeah)
bad b-tch is f-ckin’ by the crew (by the crew, yeah)
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