Young Chris - The Closure - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

28.11.2014

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[Verse 1] Out on the strip with no fear You niggas wouldn't come near Been in this bitch for some years New niggas couldn't compare K47 in possession Shit that'll knock down a bear Ringing their bell we be giving them hell If catch them in jail you'll get knocked into [?] Big bulldog with a clutch [?] How a nigga feeling when the trust gone Can't get caught up with the [?] hands Man you niggas better watch what you puff on When that shit start hopping out the AK Niggas taking shit down nigga mayday Man I hop on these beats for my dawgs in the streets To the cells I'mma send them that J pay Big bank roll in my cargos Ride fleet ship looking like a car show [?] hit the streets nigga shining Forty four millimeter no diamonds [?] fly shit with my espy Gold buckle all on my Giuseppes Brought the whole crew down to fountain blue You better hide your boo we on them jet skis Stay above water, rich like Porter A nigga dial him for the quarter Can't come short got to have every penny straight cause every dollar for my daughter I'm at the border main for my snorter mains I take a trip out to Florida A couple gallons main of that [?] main [?] water Young nigga on so they want to fuck now Get a new watch get this shit busted down Out in California fucking with Jaccpot Got a couple zips so a nigga touchdown See who tough now when them niggas rush down And kick in your door bitch you better hush down Bitch I keep my shit loaded up with enough rounds I put on for my city I rep for my town We gon' lay them niggas down main Down main, got an ak and a four pound main [?] on the beach a whole quarter in the streets Got a judge take your life sit 'em down main Can't stop won't stop get down main We don't love these hoes we love the pound main We like Snoop and Daz we like to rough it up, trying to fuck us up right now main Where them hoes at, bring them girls in If she fucking the world cause she fucking it up with her girlfriends Crack that 'tron open, you got weed then curl it then I got Hennessy I got plenty weed a nigga drunk as fuck and I'm in them trees I got a drumstick hanging out the oozie Get you pussy niggas wetter than Jacuzzi I got extra clips for the extra scrips and finna check the strip and make a movie Cold lawyer just to bump the case Cartridges for more coffin space Forensic files more caution tape Hold you niggas down take it off the waist murder murder Murder swear its murder when we catch them Got them choppers coppers and I'm running down [?] Murder I swear to God I want revenge And I won't rest until they dead I put this shit on all my friends
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