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Randy White - Front Door Lyrics



Randy White - Front Door Lyrics
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Lookin' in the color in your eyes
Baby your an angel in disguise
And I'm tryna spoil you
Ima order clothes to your front door
Tell me when you open it up
Tell me when you open it up
Ima order clothes to your front door
Tell me when you open it up
Tell me when you open it up
Yea yea
I ain't ever seen a
Pretty lady
Louis V bag with the Louis V baby
You say designer shit is so overrated
Think about yea you know you crazy
Could 9 and your eyes gettin lazy
Throw my money up cuz your my lady
Gah damn baby you amaze me
Ain't no way ima let a hoe phase me
I'm a man yea yea
I'm a man yea
I'm a fan Yea
I don't give a damn yea
Yea I need it yea
I'm keepin wit the plan
Yea I got the players playin like a band yea
Tripple double yea I'm shooting like I'm Kobe yea yea yea
Shooting like Im Kobe
I don't ever miss
Yea I hit a buzzer beater cooking with the wrist
Haters wont like that
But I'm dripping so hard you might need a life vest
Ima get my baby girl an iced out necklace
I just got my pay check I'm like say less
Ima order clothes to your front door
Tell me when you open it up
Tell me when you open it up
Ima order clothes to your front door
Tell me when you open it up
Tell me when you open it up
She got big drip
Mama different
And she blowing up
She got hit stick
And she know whats up
Yea she walk into the party and she pouring up
Throw it back, to the side, and she throw it up
Yea I saw a fit and it was cold
Had to add it to the cart
Ima buy you hella clothes
This where ima start
I ain't getting you no keys baby
Only push to start
Oh yea yea yea
I'm a man yea yea
I'm a man yea
I'm a fan Yea
I don't give a damn yea
Yea I need it yea
I'm keepin wit the plan
Yea I got the players playin like a band yea
Tripple double yea I'm shooting like I'm Kobe yea yea yea
Shooting like Im Kobe
I don't ever miss
Yea I hit a buzzer beater cooking with the wrist
Haters wont like that
But I'm dripping so hard you might need a life vest
Ima get my baby girl a iced out necklace
I just got my pay check I'm like say less
Ima order clothes to your front door
Tell me when you open it up
Tell me when you open it up
Ima order clothes to your front door
Tell me when you open it up
Tell me when you open it up
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Lookin' in the color in your eyes
Baby your an angel in disguise
And I'm tryna spoil you
Ima order clothes to your front door
Tell me when you open it up
Tell me when you open it up
Ima order clothes to your front door
Tell me when you open it up
Tell me when you open it up
Yea yea
I ain't ever seen a
Pretty lady
Louis V bag with the Louis V baby
You say designer shit is so overrated
Think about yea you know you crazy
Could 9 and your eyes gettin lazy
Throw my money up cuz your my lady
Gah damn baby you amaze me
Ain't no way ima let a hoe phase me
I'm a man yea yea
I'm a man yea
I'm a fan Yea
I don't give a damn yea
Yea I need it yea
I'm keepin wit the plan
Yea I got the players playin like a band yea
Tripple double yea I'm shooting like I'm Kobe yea yea yea
Shooting like Im Kobe
I don't ever miss
Yea I hit a buzzer beater cooking with the wrist
Haters wont like that
But I'm dripping so hard you might need a life vest
Ima get my baby girl an iced out necklace
I just got my pay check I'm like say less
Ima order clothes to your front door
Tell me when you open it up
Tell me when you open it up
Ima order clothes to your front door
Tell me when you open it up
Tell me when you open it up
She got big drip
Mama different
And she blowing up
She got hit stick
And she know whats up
Yea she walk into the party and she pouring up
Throw it back, to the side, and she throw it up
Yea I saw a fit and it was cold
Had to add it to the cart
Ima buy you hella clothes
This where ima start
I ain't getting you no keys baby
Only push to start
Oh yea yea yea
I'm a man yea yea
I'm a man yea
I'm a fan Yea
I don't give a damn yea
Yea I need it yea
I'm keepin wit the plan
Yea I got the players playin like a band yea
Tripple double yea I'm shooting like I'm Kobe yea yea yea
Shooting like Im Kobe
I don't ever miss
Yea I hit a buzzer beater cooking with the wrist
Haters wont like that
But I'm dripping so hard you might need a life vest
Ima get my baby girl a iced out necklace
I just got my pay check I'm like say less
Ima order clothes to your front door
Tell me when you open it up
Tell me when you open it up
Ima order clothes to your front door
Tell me when you open it up
Tell me when you open it up
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Performed By: Randy White
Language: English
Length: 4:02
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