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juvenile - close around lyrics

[hook]
n-gg- 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 b-tch, 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

[verse 1]
i’m the product of the gutter
me, my mother, and my brother
shit for me wasn’t always b-tter
struggled just like all the others
and my hand around my girl
and i hug her like a hobo
finger f-ck her til she bust a nut and turn another color
it’s the p without no luggage
i ride benz as you ride [?]
b-tch just asked me what’s my budget
it all depends if you gon’ suck it
i got stashes, i don’t touch ’em
n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s 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

[hook]

[verse 2]
so dirty they need a bath
don’t help me n-gg-, 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 n-gg- that’s a thuggish motherf-cker
i don’t mind ya then i shoot em
partners, brothers, cousins, mothers
eh i’m strapped up n-gg- now act up
you bucked up n-gg-s get f-cked up
better back up before you get clapped up
n-gg- 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 n-gg-s that won’t pop
a few of these n-gg-s i want shoot
a few of these b-tches i don’t like
a few of these b-tches i want dead
i’m trying to k!ll them all in one night

[hook]

- juvenile lyrics

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