Cook Thugless - Front Door Lyrics

Lyrics Front Door - Cook Thugless



Kicking down my front door
I don′t ask who cuz I don't know you
What the fuck you want from me?
Man, I had to ask cuz I don′t owe you
Dog, that's my plate don't touch it
Hold up my lane, don′t cross it
Try and cut me off so often
Y′all make me eat with caution
I been coming through clean
I can't spread my wings without uns following me
I keep it a hundred when they half it with me
Tell it to the judge, court or studio you dubbed
I been staying on road with the mindset
I ain′t staying on hold for nothing
I'm digging for the gold and the diamonds
I ain′t paying no attention to the duds, they try too hard
Throw my wings up
Catch shade when they throw some
Send it back
Cool breeze, summer lax
I don't play like that, na
I get it done while I′m still laid back
Throw my wings up
Catch shade when they throw some
Send it back
Cool breeze, summer lax
I don't play like that, na
I get it done while I'm still laid back
Kicking down my front door
I don′t ask who cuz I don′t know you
What the fuck you want from me?
Man, I had to ask cuz I don't owe you
Dog, that′s my plate don't touch it
Hold up my lane, don′t cross it
Try and cut me off so often
Y'all make me eat with caution
Hey you
Stop cutting my bloom
Beg your pardon and shit
That′s my garden
Been working on my harvest
See you come and cut off what I started
Now you about to find yourself dearly departed
I sneak through
Think you slick, man?
I see you
I'ma bug the fuck out
Run this bitch down, yuh
I plant seeds, I love life, I'm empowered but
I′ll kill a man for cutting my flowers up
Can′t trust them from taking what's mine from me
I′m thinking you might do the same
They reap what I sow and then lie again
I'm thinking you might do the same
I can′t lie, I'm on a rise
Thinking you might want the same
When you speak to me, look me in the eyes
Kicking down my front door
I don′t ask who cuz I don't know you
What the fuck you want from me?
Man, I had to ask cuz I don't owe you
Dog, that′s my plate don′t touch it
Hold up my lane, don't cross it
Try and cut me off so often
Y′all make me eat with caution



Writer(s): Jerry Sanchez, Jean Louis Droulers


Cook Thugless - Front Door
Album Front Door
date of release
07-06-2021




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