Enter Heaven Thru The Backdoor Lyrics
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Enter Heaven Thru The Backdoor Lyricsby Andre Nickatina Buy album CD: Other Songs CL - S You can see it in my eyes god im on the way out Man Whats the last words comin out my mouth I get you in my Clutches its lunches tigas twistin dutches Lookin at my bank roll bunches Pitbull leavin to rush your room like a cartoon In to soon now we scrap like some racoons Aint no secret about the candy yams I like the candy yams greens and candy yams Twirl the rope like tha lasso or let it pop yo And heres your vision of a pinzo Picasso The Cheetha Chicky nail that mix the nina with the reefa Smile like a Jackal, shoot you in the ankle Dont like spider web, you only get tangles And here I come running, trying to spit more ammo Ride out the shadows, Homey close the gap I hold hold money like a ball player hold a cramp, oh Tight with money and pain, over and over again And we can do it with cane, and we can do it the same At your ass like a Scorpio. Set to go Tiga let me know Ya dig? A new version of the four four Ima hit heaven like I hit the club - baby through the back door A new version of the four four Ima hit heaven like I hit the club - baby through the back door A magical conversation I cut your ass down Like a block nigga hit by a 4-pound-right-now I swing the sticky like a golf ball Ready itll pop yall Aimin at me gun And dont stop yall If I could turn back the hands of time Id sell coke in Miami say "the world is mine" Sometimes my job expectations or court accusations Hit the car with the weed and the navigation I keep a lolipop like Cojack I take a hoe nap UP in ya lap tell ya hold that Yea! The Fillmoe King of the ryme, its like im feeling for time man you can wait but im scheming for mine Cu cu cu gotta get the cabbage Im living way mad and get the ke lup for the freak cuz she speak spanish Man I aint never been a copy cat I throw raps at any disc jockey back Tennessee- call me little Denny, cuz im ryhme ready The big homies came and got me in a blue Chevy Its like this, yea I gotta rattle the cage, If you wonder what I do-bitch I party for days I keep it hot like a heat wave, rollin around stand you up like some pins then im bowling you down Said it before, yea im rhyme ready And when the suns down- Jamacian drug posse see me sayin "come down" Drank a little bit, me and vacko Once again its the pinzo Picasso
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