Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Close Around, artist - Juvenile. Album song The Fundamentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.02.2014
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Close Around |
| Nigga I got corns on my fingers, I’m a shooter |
| I pull in front your house and no put fire on a scooter |
| I go for women too, I shoot some holes in your medulas |
| You feel like you on fire bitch, I put you in a cooler |
| Let me run it down, if I ain’t in the hood |
| I’m somewhere close around |
| I’m somewhere close around |
| I’m somewhere close around |
| And I don’t run and hide |
| There’s too much dope around |
| There’s too much dope around |
| There’s too much dope around |
| I’m the product of the gutter |
| Me, my mother, and my brother |
| Shit for me wasn’t always butter |
| Struggled just like all the others |
| And my hand around my girl |
| And I hug her like a hobo |
| Finger fuck her til she bust a nut and turn another color |
| It’s the P without no luggage |
| I ride Benz as you ride |
| Bitch just asked me what’s my budget |
| It all depends if you gon' suck it |
| I got stashes, I don’t touch 'em |
| Niggas mad cause I don’t trust 'em |
| Go on back and started stacking |
| Wasn’t asking them for nothing |
| I got shovels for you devils |
| Have you running like the rebels |
| Over boulders never pebbles |
| So you niggas never settle |
| You a joke around the fellas |
| More like Abbott and Costella |
| Just like Smokey out in Friday |
| You like man let’s stick together |
| So dirty they need a bath |
| Don’t help me nigga, help the bear |
| I’m a sinner behind my dinner |
| Somebody call rev, I need a prayer |
| Nothing between us two but air |
| If it was something I wouldn’t even care |
| Rest in peace cause I don’t play fair |
| watch your hair |
| Then I turn into that nigga that’s a thuggish motherfucker |
| I don’t mind ya then I shoot em |
| Partners, brothers, cousins, mothers |
| Eh I’m strapped up nigga now act up |
| You bucked up niggas get fucked up |
| Better back up before you get clapped up |
| Nigga talk tough so you get bust up |
| It’s crunch time, fourth quarter, one minute left on the clock |
| One gun, two clips, I see a few of these niggas that won’t pop |
| A few of these niggas I want shoot |
| A few of these bitches I don’t like |
| A few of these bitches I want dead |
| I’m trying to kill them all in one night |