Letra de Swing My Door - Gucci Mane

Burn One, Burn One

I'm a gold mouth dawg, definition of the South

Ain't no quarters, ain't no halves, just some wholes in 'dis house

Ain't no bitch, it ain't no bed, it ain't no clothes in dis house

It's a drought, and my price will make yo eyes pop out

I can't neva count my stash 'cause I always loose count

I can't neva keep no bitch 'cause I put them hoes out

I was corner store and in the motel in it, selling it

You can check my rap sheet, its numerous felonies

I took twenty-three stacks, and bought some jet skis

Have pity for the cop who gotta arrest me

A front street, jump street, then jump out, it's a track meet

Use to have a ten-speed, now I got a Bentley

Swing my door, swing my door

Every time they swing my door

I count 18-5 every time they swing my door

Swing my door, swing my door

Yeah, them prices real low

But they gon' search you up and down

Every time they swing my door

Swing my door, swing my door

And you know they swing my door

And it's 18-5 every time they swing my door

Swing my door, swing my door

Yeah, them prices real low

But they gon' search you up and down

Every time they swing my door

I got my rims finger-fucked by a god dam J

Gave him 1.8 of some hard ass yay

It's a lot of crack smokers in the apartments where I stay

And I know they name and face 'cause I serve them everyday

Had a 98' Caprice, was a rollin' drug store

You ain't got all the money, what you call my phone fo'?

Rob me, six feet, in the dirt you 'bout to go

Layin' with the coroner with a tag placed on your toe

I can lock the whole town if I break the shit down

But it might be slow, so I'm sellin' shit whole

I can lock the whole town if I break the shit down

But I'm lettin' shit go and I'm sellin' shit whole

Swing my door, swing my door

Every time they swing my door

I count 18-5 every time they swing my door

Swing my door, swing my door

Yeah, them prices real low

But they gon' search you up and down

Every time they swing my door

Swing my door, swing my door

And you know they swing my door

And it's 18-5 every time they swing my door

Swing my door, swing my door

Yeah, them prices real low

But they gon' search you up and down

Every time they swing my door

Niggas call me "thrift store" 'cause the know the price low

I count 18 rubber bands every time I swing my door

Breaker, breaker, beaker, beaker

Spent 350 on the sneakers

It came from servin' geekers

Yella' 'Vette nicknamed Chiquta

A clear coat Chevy, same color Aquafina

Quarter million dollar lick, that changed my whole demeanor

Ridin' a scooter through South Beach, lookin' for a Trina bitch

Diamond necklace, diamond anklet, diamond princess, Bimmer bitch

I change lanes, paint change, hangin' out the brain dawg

Bottles of champagne and it came from sellin 'caine dawg

Coca-cola, pickin' yola, and it stank, you smell the odor

When I sk-sk-sk-sk-skrrt, I bet it jump back over, over

Ridin' in my rental, got a Rover in my pocket, though

84 stack, 'bout to take a trip to Mexico

Nigga violate, I'ma kill him and slit his throat

Smoke a blunt of dro, then take my ho to Pappadeaux's

Swing my door, swing my door

Every time they swing my door

I count 18-5 every time they swing my door

Swing my door, swing my door

Yeah, them prices real low

But they gon' search you up and down

Every time they swing my door

Swing my door, swing my door

And you know they swing my door

And it's 18-5 every time they swing my door

Swing my door, swing my door

Yeah, them prices real low

But they gon' search you up and down

Every time they swing my door, nigga

That boy Gucci

That nigga Burn on the track, nigga

Yeah, Gucci Mane, La Flare, nigga

Uh-huh, uh-huh

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