Slammin’ Doors

Young Buck, Trae tha Truth

Trae, mayne
Man, I'm feelin' so H Town right now
My nigga this big ass white ass cup
You know what I mean?

Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
I know they see me out here, right?
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Ridin' all through this H-town street
Do you understand me?
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Real niggas do real things
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
So your hood should be in the air right now
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Oh, I know you all see us out here, right?
Let's go, Trae

So much candy paint, all of this Codeine
Them plastic white cups, 84's on everything
I got my khakis creased, heavy stars
I'm H-town
Just got off the phone with Jay Prince
They 'bout to hate now
I'm throwed, slowly movin' down this road
What don't kill you makes you
Stronger I was told so I carries the load
Two thousand pounds of dro i just sold like
I can get myself up out this hoe
I'm slammin' them doors

Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes

I'm in the slab
Lookin' mentally challenged, it's stunna
Premeditated, I blew the brains out
And left it with scrilla
Presidential elected king of the
Streets by the gutter
With a wrist like AT&T
Here to reach out and touch ya
I am the streets
So tell them pussies quit clammin' my name
If you ain't tippin' fours
With hood respect, we are nothin' the same
You still can find me where
Your favorite gangstas never go
Probably in the bricks poppin' the trunks
Slammin' them doors

Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes

Trae I'm on 59, where I go to see the hood?
Head to the west end, homie
I got'cha, everything is hood
Hop in this whip and let's swing
These 84's and grip the wood
Feelin' just like I should
Take a nigga life, I could
'Cause I'm a gangsta, homie
They ain't got nothin' on me
They street credit phony
Plus I got this pistol on me
They know what we about
Trash bags full of that
Black mask, we comin' to get you
That goes for you and whoever is with ya
I'm from the city where pimpin'
That beat the slab big Hawk and Big Moe body
Rockin' down the ave
I let the top leave and greet
You with the deuce up hey Trae
They say in Texas you ain't shit
If you ain't screwed up

Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slam-Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes

Trivia about the song Slammin’ Doors by Trae Tha Truth

When was the song “Slammin’ Doors” released by Trae Tha Truth?
The song Slammin’ Doors was released in 2011, on the album “Undisputed”.
Who composed the song “Slammin’ Doors” by Trae Tha Truth?
The song “Slammin’ Doors” by Trae Tha Truth was composed by Young Buck, Trae tha Truth.

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