Maxo Kream – Out The Front Door letras

[Hook: Maxo Kream] You can’t smoke around, sit around Gotta cop and dip Move a hundred pound outta’ bounds Now I’m getting chips When I was young I was hella dumb My trap wasn’t shit Went from a 1 to a metric ton Trap house did a flip I don’t even know this nigga but I still made the sale (Hell!) Ring my door bell (Hell!), sell a whole bale It was 5 pound short stupid nigga couldn’t tell (Ayo) Blowing up my cell (well), should of brought a scale [Verse 1: Maxo Kream] Fork whipping, mixing grit Used to burn up all my shit Cop me a scale and… Read More

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