| I heard a hatin' nigga runnin' his mouth again
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| I wish the bitch nigga make up his mind
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| He gon' clap when he see me, he gon' fuck me up
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| I come through watch the nigga go blind
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| I’m standin' right here nigga, what’s up?
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| Ain’t shit changed
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| You know the nine got a muzzle on it and I’m in close range
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| Do somethin' nigga!
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| When you see em' you gon' fuck him up, you said that shit
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| Then you seen 'em and ain’t do shit, dead that shit
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| 'Sup with you nigga? |
| Tryna' not to fuck with you niggas
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| All I did since birth keep it a buck with you niggas
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| If I offend you, fuck you, nigga
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| You ain’t my man, I let it touch you, nigga
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| Rip up and cut you, nigga
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| You got birds, I send the goons and let 'em pluck you nigga
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| You ain’t about shit, that’s why I duck you niggas
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| If it’s money to be made and we can split it, I’m with it
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| But if it’s only one-sided just for you, forget it
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| Like if I had to go to jail and I got a lot of mail at least one of them
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| letters was from you
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| Niggas’ll turn they back on you and I ain’t even locked up
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| But we go back to the mixtapes with Clue
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| Who? |
| Donnie, I got that chrome four-four
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| Playin' Xbox with my foot on the door, fuck that
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| I heard a hatin' nigga runnin' his mouth again
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| I wish the bitch nigga make up his mind
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| He gon' clap when he see me, he gon' fuck me up
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| I come through watch the nigga go blind
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| I’m standin' right here nigga, what’s up?
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| Ain’t shit changed
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| You know the nine got a muzzle on it and I’m in close range
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| Do somethin' nigga!
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| Look, my man said they talkin' and they askin' 'bout me
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| But ain’t no facts about me
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| But if they know you my mans then why they chattin' 'bout me?
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| Funny shit and they know you ain’t 'bout that action, homie
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| They actin' phoney, that’s why I carry this ratchet on me
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| No jewels, got 'em shiverin' though
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| Now everybody seen a drip but it ain’t drizzlin' though
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| Keep most of the work stashed, then get rid of the snow
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| I still got some pills buried, I’m committed to dough
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| I got an address to send the dope
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| Nah, not a brick, I been sendin' smoke
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| Tryna' catch this lick like an envelope
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| I got more zips than a winter coat
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| Really out here tryna' get the dope before they
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| I heard a hatin' nigga runnin' his mouth again
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| I wish the bitch nigga make up his mind
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| He gon' clap when he see me, he gon' fuck me up
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| I come through watch the nigga go blind
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| I’m standin' right here nigga, what’s up?
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| Ain’t shit changed
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| You know the nine got a muzzle on it and I’m in close range
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| Do somethin' nigga!
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| Now I done heard a million times about how you gon' kill 'em
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| But you ain’t do shit when you seen 'em but ice grill 'em
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| Corny niggas in his ear, buncha hype with him
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| Type to catch a body in the booth, another Mike Villain
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| These niggas get shot and stabbed and turned realer
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| Man, shut your little monkey ass’s down around gorillas
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| I get back to back bids in the yard with them killers
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| Give 'em triple beam bars so the hustlers’ll feel ya
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| It’s quiet when they peel ya, keep that muzzle on that handgun
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| Smack a nigga up before I clap him, that’s an and-one
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| You heard Louch in the spot with the four-four
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| I’m in the kitchen with the twenty-gauge cookin' up more
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| I heard a hatin' nigga runnin' his mouth again
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| I wish the bitch nigga make up his mind
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| He gon' clap when he see me, he gon' fuck me up
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| I come through watch the nigga go blind
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| I’m standin' right here nigga, what’s up?
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| Ain’t shit changed
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| You know the nine got a muzzle on it and I’m in close range
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| Do somethin' nigga!
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| Nigga talkin' like he 'bout that action but I ain’t saw nothin'
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| But you was all tough when you was pillow talkin' to that bird bitch we all
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| fuckin'
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| Now we dump the heaters, shoot three hundred meters, turn 'em to long-jumpers
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| Hittin' the gate, tryna' dip and escape
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| We from the same hood, you jealous of the shit in my safe
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| You tellin' niggas how you gon' lay me down and take my jewelry off
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| Mad 'cause I got the city lit and he wanna cool me off
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| Guess it’s fuck all the blunts that we burned together
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| This nigga broke and he want what I earned
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| Sayin' you gon' do this and that
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| But you gon' make me put a dub on your neck and bet my young boys is gettin'
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| that
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| I heard a hatin' nigga runnin' his mouth again
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| I wish the bitch nigga make up his mind
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| He gon' clap when he see me, he gon' fuck me up
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| I come through watch the nigga go blind
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| I’m standin' right here nigga, what’s up?
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| Ain’t shit changed
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| You know the nine got a muzzle on it and I’m in close range
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| Do somethin' nigga!
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| Fuck these niggas, Louch
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| They can’t touch you my nigga
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| D-Block, bitch! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In Close Range , by - Sheek Louch. Song from the album Beast Mode, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп