Cardoors song by Huey Briss from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Cardoors Meaning
| [[Intro: Huey Briss] And with Giraph on the beat Yeah What you come for? (What you come for?) Said the back and the (Back and the front row) Yeah, nigga (What you wan’ know? Haha) It’s real [Chorus: Huey Briss] Ayy, why everybody wanna be so damn tough for? Phone off, but we still called your bluff, bro Bad bitches in the back and the front row If you didn’t come to crack, what you come for? Why everybody wanna be so damn hard though? You concrete actin’, but we know you carbo All my niggas really ridin’ and we want more You don’t wanna see us slidin’ through them car doors [Verse 1: Huey Briss] Early morning, politicking with my day ones I told my nigga that I got him if that day comes I’m sick of niggas talkin’ down, tryna fake front All that gym time just so he can take slugs It’s a thin line, nigga, so we face blunts Peeking through the blinds, never know when he gon’ take one Gotta get it, gotta flip it, gotta save up Never say I changed up, villain with the lakefront Briss don’t miss, I don’t mean to shit But without this, half you niggas wouldn’t exist Sold out shows when I used to get dissed Foes all froze when they see me get lit Reminisce, but I never let it linger (Linger) You’ll get chipped with the movement of a finger Niggas pissed that I made it out the Beach Keep a weapon in my seat ’cause they plottin’ in my sleep , [Chorus: Huey Briss] Ayy, why everybody wanna be so damn tough for? Phone off, but we still called your bluff, bro Bad bitches in the back and the front row If you didn’t come to crack, what you come for? Why everybody wanna be so damn hard though? You concrete actin’, but we know you carbo All my niggas really ridin’ and we want more You don’t wanna see us slidin’ through them car doors [Verse 2: Seafood Sam] He carry guns, but he still gettin’ busted on If my bro say we slidin’, it’s a must-go Fuck tweetin’, I be beatin’ at his front door Caught him ridin’ through the night, where his sun go? Gotta get it, on a mission for my unborn And this five star bitch gettin’ bust on Seafood well known where the sus’ wrong And I’m forever gettin’ high ’til the blunt’s gone With no effort, I flow better Red Monkey jeans with the low sweater On another level, gettin’ more cheddar No, we could never match, ’cause I smoke better, hmm I’m constantly stackin’ Mama need a mansion, I’m constantly rappin’ Forty on the dash when the Honda be smashin’ Tryna stop the plan, I’m replying with action, nigga , [Chorus: Huey Briss] Ayy, why everybody wanna be so damn tough for? Phone off, but we still called your bluff, bro Bad bitches in the back and the front row If you didn’t come to crack, what you come for? Why everybody wanna be so damn hard though? You concrete actin’, but we know you carbo All my niggas really ridin’ and we want more You don’t wanna see us slidin’ through them car doors [Outro: Huey Briss] You don’t wanna see us slidin’ through them car doors You don’t wanna see us slidin’ through them car doors] |
