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bluebucksclan – closed curtains lyrics

[intro: bluebucksclan dj]
i’m a fly n+gga, this sh+t easy (better check your resource)
i got b+tches cryin’, tellin’ me they need me (folie got me actin’ different)
new b+tch head fire, p+ssy fiji
walkin’ in the store, yeah, told ’em bleed me (ayo, stop playin’ with ’em, mook, drop that sh+t)

[verse 1: bluebucksclan dj]
gettin’ dressed in fendi, walkin’ out like they stabbed me (like they stabbed me)
i just told the b+tch of your dreams she can’t have me (you can’t have me)
i just told a b+tch, “b+tch, my b+tch here, don’t grab me” (b+tch, my b+tch here)
i just told security, yeah, it’s sticks here, don’t pat me
exotic smoke all i’m lightin’, you can’t match me (you can’t match)
my b+tch bad, her waist sn+tched, she drink flat tea
big rolls, n+ggas fightin’ for the backseat (fightin’ for the back)
scorin’ every time i touch it, check the stat sheet (check the stats)
ever catch me with a weak b+tch, slap me (yeah, slap me)
if i’m dozin’ off the juice, yeah, just tap me (just tap me)

[verse 2: jeeezy]
if you see me with a bum b+tch, attack me (n+gga, slam me)
catch me with the baddest b+tch, yeah, exactly (what you thought?)
twenty b+tches lock me up, b+tch, i’m ramsey (yeah, i’m ramsey)
i remember breakin’ down in that camry (in that camry)
now i’m f+ckin’ bad b+tches in that lammy (lamborghini)
bluebucks, we deserve to win a grammy (deserve to win a grammy)
f+ckin’ all these b+tches, this sh+t easy, i don’t try hard (nah)
n+gga, pay attention, there’s like fifty in this goyard (fifty)
gettin’ dressed in gucci, workers tellin’ me, “that’s so hard” (hard)
b+tch caught me cheatin’ and she left, d+mn, i’m so scarred
i remember payin’ for my food with a lunch card
now i got a chef, ask that n+gga when the brunch start
n+ggas pullin’ up in bullsh+t, it’s a junkyard
[verse 3: bluebucksclan dj]
clan pullin’ up, yeah, b+tch, now the fun start (yeah, b+tch)
police just came, we got hoes still comin’ (still comin’)
yeah, i like your face, but i ain’t tryna build nothin’ (build nothin’)
b+tch, this ain’t no airbnb, don’t steal nothin’ (don’t steal nothin’)
all these f+ckin’ f’s on me, think i feel somethin’ (i feel somethin’)
bleedin’ out the fendi store like i k!lled somethin’ (bleedin’ out the fendi store)
lyin’ to this b+tch, sayin’ i’m for real comin’ (lyin’ to this b+tch)
tweakin’ in the mansion, thinkin’ i was hearin’ somethin’ (yeah, i’m trippin’)

[verse 4: jeeezy]
f+ckin’ n+ggas’ hoes, i got a highlight reel comin’
trippin’ on a waitress, b+tch, when my meal comin’?
i just hit his b+tch, but he a ho, he still subbin’
yeah, i’m on the rise, feel like tommy, b+tch, i’m krumpin’
orange alexanders like i’m steppin’ on a pumpkin
mr. fundamental with the hoes, i’m tim duncan
any n+gga disrespect the clan, he get punished
i just booked a room at the cotton out in london

[outro: bluebucksclan dj]
i just seen a goyard store, now i’m runnin’

- bluebucksclan lyrics

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