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young chris - the closure lyrics

[verse 1]
out on the strip with no fear
you n-ggas wouldn’t come near
been in this b-tch for some years
new n-ggas couldn’t compare
k47 in possession
sh-t that’ll knock down a bear
ringing their bell we be giving them h-ll
if catch them in jail you’ll get knocked into [?]
big bulldog with a clutch [?]
how a n-gga feeling when the trust gone
can’t get caught up with the [?] hands
man you n-ggas better watch what you puff on
when that sh-t start hopping out the ak
n-ggas taking sh-t down n-gga mayday
man i hop on these beats for my dawgs in the streets
to the cells i’mma send them that j pay
big bank roll in my cargos
ride fleet ship looking like a car show
[?] hit the streets n-gga shining
forty four millimeter no diamonds
[?] fly sh-t with my espy
gold buckle all on my giuseppes
brought the whole crew down to fountain blue
you better hide your boo we on them jet skis
stay above water, rich like porter
a n-gga dial him for the quarter
can’t come short got to have every penny straight cause every dollar for my daughter
i’m at the border main for my snorter mains i take a trip out to florida
a couple gallons main of that [?] main [?] water
young n-gga on so they want to f-ck now
get a new watch get this sh-t busted down
out in california f-cking with jaccpot
got a couple zips so a n-gga touchdown
see who tough now when them n-ggas rush down
and kick in your door b-tch you better hush down
b-tch i keep my sh-t loaded up with enough rounds
i put on for my city i rep for my town
we gon’ lay them n-ggas down main
down main, got an ak and a four pound main
[?] on the beach a whole quarter in the streets
got a judge take your life sit ’em down main
can’t stop won’t stop get down main
we don’t love these hoes we love the pound main
we like snoop and daz we like to rough it up, trying to f-ck us up right now main
where them hoes at, bring them girls in
if she f-cking the world cause she f-cking it up with her girlfriends
crack that ‘tron open, you got weed then curl it then
i got hennessy i got plenty weed a n-gga drunk as f-ck and i’m in them trees
i got a drumstick hanging out the oozie
get you p-ssy n-ggas wetter than jacuzzi
i got extra clips for the extra scrips and finna check the strip and make a movie
cold lawyer just to bump the case
cartridges for more coffin sp-ce
forensic files more caution tape
hold you n-ggas down take it off the waist murder murder
murder swear its murder when we catch them
got them choppers coppers and i’m running down [?]
murder i swear to god i want revenge
and i won’t rest until they dead i put this sh-t on all my friends

- young chris lyrics

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