Lyrics Close To Me - Styles P

Close To Me

Keep it G
I dont fuck around
You could be around
And get fucked, better buckle down
I dont need me a seatbelt nigga
Get your car washed
I dont mean in detail nigga
Ain’t no soap involved
Just a scope involved
Yeah I’m real cool but you dont want my ghost involved
You said you hard but you acting like a female nigga
Sold your soul so you sound like a retail nigga
Fuck with me, extended clip like a email nigga (nah)
I’m probably selling you nigga juice
Came a long way from a 22 when a nigga boot
Cool like that, so I guess my plan is
Hammer close to me like white on rice
Or peanut butter n jelly
Turn your brains in jelly
If you ever fuck with me nigga thats on life
Dont you ever cross ghost nigga thats on christ
Whatup!
Close to me
Ain’t playing against stone if I gotta close to me
You oughta leave me alone
Put a barrel on his air like a phone
Let him say his last prayer then I air out his dome
Whats the hardest out for a reason
You was hardest for just a season
Why you think these niggas is happy that I’m a vegan
The longer got a longlist of niggas that I’m leavin'
Fuck around and make a new list
Two guns up in a two seater lets do this
But I really prefer a knife
Thats enormous shit, venomous shit
Ya niggas say you street but you sweeter than a cinnamon stick
When its late night watch who you playin gremlins with
Whatup!
I tore sign when you in all black
If you ain’t with the shit, chill nigga you should fall back
Close to me