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ceeingee – come closer lyrics

[verse one]
the only way out is death
me from this path
we goin to representin with ya!
that’s my law, but still you never saw
cause i be bullsh-ttin’ on the radio, kickin ya’ll
and how you sayin’ b-tches p-ssy chicken finger l1ckin’
and you considered l.d. for the part when ya trippin’
before i came god prepared his heart
hesitation tried to loan it, tried to bone ya from the start
we was closer, later on you was supposed to
i tell you straight up and down too
then decided to meet downtown
i reek of bad flesh
tripping over something not fresh
what’s this on your chest?
and we don’t give a f-ck in the west
motherf-cker tried him out bit the f-ckin dust
is it your peoples all you really trust
but i’m addicted to the cannabis
you best believe you’ll pay for this
hold my forehead, today had my daily bread
boom bye, bye in a rude boy head
cats drop, my favorite hobby is robbery
skin like you bathing in caramel and strawberry
[hook]
i told tha b-tch that i needed to talk to her
she said no and stepped back and i said i’ll hit ya
if you don’t come closer
[verse two]
beep me if you wanna get freaky
it ain’t about me, so i ain’t being greedy
yo, now in the onslaught, y’all n-ggas got caught
so any n-gga that you sin, he’d better come right
you blowin’ my mind, like the purple kush, high
get the f-ck off yo, you’re p-ssing me off guy
i ain’t argugin and i ain’t talkin sh-t out
here is my handle here is my spout
yeah, i don’t wanna be a burden to y’all
it’s ce, no doubt, we the ones to call
when i act like it’s love, and i know it ain’t
you wanna paint a perfect picture but ain’t got no paint
faint to the smell, what the h-ll, may as well be a f-cker
be a trucker and be a holla
i’mma playa, m-th- f-ckin’ digga, ain’t a gold one tho
as b-tches don’t get my flow, stump ya like an elephant yo
[hook]
i told tha b-tch that i needed to talk to her
she said no and stepped back and i said i’ll hit ya
if you don’t come closer
[verse three]
riding it slow, while you moaning low
i’m the boy that got dough
same racism, profilin each of us all
but, if y’all wanna brawl, better call paul mall
glocks and ak’s, grenades and tech nines
break her -ss down with some crucial lines
you see me standin outside of your buildin’ screamin’
honkies walk the way you walk, the way you walk, when you ghetto dreamin’
don’t need to be up on calculus to calculate the math
homie, have you ever seen the face of death
and if its money on the block
if my hood could talk
and the fire escape
that she got a little shape
yeah man, that dude’s aright
elevate, manifest light
the final countdown, 2012
the whole roc-a-fella shut down!
to all the young males living in h-ll
three motherf-ckin’ strikes, twenty five with an l
freestyled to house music non-stop for 20 minutes
d-mn god, yo when you get my message god
livewires, we love going against the odd
i’d concentrate deeply on controllin’ abroad
[hook]
i told tha b-tch that i needed to talk to her
she said no and stepped back and i said i’ll hit ya
if you don’t come closer

- ceeingee lyrics

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