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Side Door


Artist: Salah Albufalah (RaDaaR)
Artist's Description
Migos/2 Chainz/ Future type lyrics. Easy hit without a doubt, for a bargain.

Genre(s): Hip-hop/Rap,Freestyle Rap,General Hip Hop
Mood(s): Bouncy,Confident,Dancing,Energetic,Epic,Fast,Flowing,Groovy,Happy,Hypnotic,Joyous,Proud,Upbeat
Style(s): Nightclub
Language(s): English
Single-Use License: £20.00
BUY COPYRIGHT: £100.00
Money showers, get the power, all these bricks, trynna build a tower, cut the stove on and cook the
powder, we got feds on us, blues clues, we put the cash where we put the shoes, too many cars I don’t
know which to choose, they got the guns but they wont shoot, baby mama drama, Pluto getting sued,
cuz they wont leave no hustler alone, but im just trynna flex like Post Malone. Million dollar phone but
no ringtone, always on silent, but im still flyer than a pilot, started selling pies, to all time high, cuz now
its my time to shine, money coming in unsanitized, cash in the water, nigga baptize, me and broke
niggas don’t have no ties, cuz im a rich nigga that aint no lie, gotta keep a pistol on my side, cuz u never
know when u get hit with the fire, stick on me , I aint gon die.

Out the side door, yah out the side door.
Police coming in, everyone go out the side door.
Out the side door, yah out the side door.
Lambo come alive, yeah I got it through the side door.
Out the side door. Out the side door
Trappin at the bando, goes from 9 to 5 ho
9 to 5 ho, don’t stop till we die but ima stay alive doe, yah
Out the side door. Out the side door.

Half a mill, ill blow in a week, ice shine, don’t take a peak, or you'll go blind by the patek-phillipe, and
your bars wack, I spit facts, stop the chit chat, 'fore you get clapped, spent racks on tic-tacs, got big gats,
got more sacks, than Gold-sachs, you a rat, and I aint no cat, Nah nigga im a beast, tell me someone
I aint beat, or made em eat the concrete, or they career aint obsolete, word on the street, he is buried
beneath, aint no one will be me, not even defeat me, blue cheese n steak feast, sipping purple tea, and
poppin a perky.

Out the side door, yah out the side door.
Police coming in, everyone go out the side door.
Out the side door, yah out the side door.
Lambo come alive, yeah I got it through the side door.
Out the side door. Out the side door
Trappin at the bando, goes from 9 to 5 ho
9 to 5 ho, don’t stop till we die but ima stay alive doe, yah
Out the side door. Out the side door.

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