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prophet the artist - close up lyrics

(intro)
you know what the f+ck going on
gang, gang

(verse 1)
hop in a new body vec and i skurt off
text bro, “what’s the move?”
jump inside the moshpit with my shirt off
just skinning my jewels
stop the capping b+tch i’m someone you heard off
i got millions of views
n+ggas broke so their b+tches gon’ choose
i caught the body you see me on the news
opps mad, n+ggas know that the score up (check that sh+t)
give me racks for a show up
headshot, shooter gave him a close up (grrraa)
back up p+ssy
heard you sliding, i just sent you an addy (come here n+gga)
i can’t wait to see you
turned around fake friend tried to stab me (come on man)
come on n+gga i feed you
hand up let me see you get st+rdy (let me see you get st+rdy)
b+tch we got the wave
ain’t talking piegon, bro still flipping birdies (flip, flip)
we rap money paid
wrap this sh+t up like it’s finished with surgery (yea, yea)
we outside today
n+gga, everyday a holiday, low+g i know you proud of ye
hold my cup, what the f+ck he just say? (what the f+ck he just say?)
plus i know where he at
nah, f+ck i know who he wit
mob ties all my n+ggas is strapped (baa)
presidential every foreign is black
k!lling instrumentals i’m on the map
zo’s with me, please don’t make him attached (nice)
(interlude)
huh
wait
hol’ up
n+gga

(verse 2)
n+gga pause i came up from the dirt
get applauded when i finish a verse
you ain’t slide but your mans on a shirt (huh)
talking crazy ’til his face in the dirt
there’s bigger opps i can worry about first (yea)
spinning benz, show ’em it can get worse (yea)
arms out the v make ’em disperse (grraa)
toe tag, okay
toe tag now the other side it
body bag got the murder, we lit
a lot of blue flags, my n+ggas crip
i can’t go outside, n+ggas is sick
tell that lil’ n+gga get off my d+ck
pants pocket poking because of the stick
brought ’em a blitz, b+tch
where the henny at? (where the henny at?)
like fivio foreign n+gga, i got the drip
real solid i be feeling like nip
they show me love when i’m out in the strip
she took a whole half she on a trip
wait, this b+tch think she sh+t
and she a vet she doing tricks on the d+ck
stripper vibes she going to ride on the split
at the top (huh)
at the top it’s just me and that’s it
lil’ n+gga think he doing some sh+t
scolling through your songs, boring and sh+t (hahahha)
too much auto tune on your sh+t
(outro)
f+ck these n+ggas talking ’bout
f+ck these n+ggas talking ’bout
baa

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