| Say Magic, Slim bro, nigga we gotta go ahead and close that little
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| quarter shop we got on Broad, fuck them niggas watchin us bro we gotta lay low nigga fuck
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| Hook
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| Soulja SLim:
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| I’m closin’down shop so clientel stops
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| Knockin at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not bein sold
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| Cause its too hot plus I’m on parole x2
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| Soulja SLim:
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| It’s twelve in the noon, I’m just wakin’up from a flight
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| Hicks been knockin’at my door all goddamn night
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| And my hoe she busted talkin’about she tired of that
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| Deep and down tell her bout how much paper we be stackin'
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| Cause they run from that smack and that shit I got raw
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| Dont ya be a dog, this dealy might bust your heart
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| And the niggas that I get it from supplys the city
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| They got other niggas with it but they bags be shitty
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| Cause they tryin’to put too much cut on the dope
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| To make a little ends but the only person scorin’is they friends
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| They got twenty dollar bags they got ten
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| But now you going let your boy move all the ends
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| Now see my clients they know what the fuck they be buyin'
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| They be comin shop be closed and they still be runnin
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| Makin’my shop high and they might come kick it in my spot
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| But I got my shit got cause I aint about doin no more time
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| You got on them bullet proof vests I got on mines
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| Bullets be flyin, flyin
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| Hook
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| Soulja SLim:
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| I’m closin’down shop so clientel stops
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| Knockin at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not bein sold
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| Cause its too hot plus I’m on parole
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| I’m closin’down shop cause my clientels gettin too big
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| I got these laws on my balls and they sweatin’my shit
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| Dope fiends knockin’at my door, they got my spot too hot
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| These suckas runnin’on my colors on my quarter shop
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| Two baby mommas, four kids three mack elevens
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| Three cars about thirteen boo boo’s
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| I’m just a ghetto superstar
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| On parole, convicted felon known for 187's and 211's
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| A young nigga down to do whatever
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| First and fifteenth checks fix blowin up my beeper
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| BooKoo pages new credit, my shit is cut up and ready
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| I’m on top never drop pushin keys that rock
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| But I gotta close shop cause my spots too hot
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| Hook
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| Soulja SLim:
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| I’m closin’down shop so clientel stops
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| Knockin at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not bein sold
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| Cause its too hot plus I’m on parole x2
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| (Magic laughs)
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| I’m closin down shop…
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| Magic:
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| Bitches tryin to catch the wrong niggas, now tell the truth
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| You aint hear we came in strapped nigga, react nigga
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| Watch for me you dont wanna see me last, keep talkin’trash
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| I’m gonna be the one behind the mask, blastin’at your pussy ass
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| What, boy you disrespect my click you stupid bitch
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| I’m about to jump off in your shit
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| I rumble in the jungle with the fiercist peice alive
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| Climb the biggest mountain with the highest peaks it high
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| Spoon the biggest ocean with the biggets pocket fish
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| If I ever hear you speak these filthy words again
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| I told you muther fuckers I was comin (what)
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| I roll with tight muther fuckers, stop runnin'
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| (laugh, gun cock)
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| Dont move a fuckin’muscle got no time for no wrestlin'
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| Got no time for no tustlin'
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| shut it down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Closin' Down Shop , by - C-Murder. Song from the album Bossalinie, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп