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lirik lagu sheek louch - in close range

[chorus: sheek louch]
i heard a hatin’ n-gga runnin’ his mouth again
i wish the b-tch n-gga make up his mind
he gon’ clap when he see me, he gon’ f-ck me up
i come through watch the n-gga go blind
i’m standin’ right here n-gga, what’s up?
ain’t sh-t changed
you know the nine got a muzzle on it and i’m in close range
do somethin’ n-gga!

[verse 1: sheek louch]
when you see em’ you gon’ f-ck him up, you said that sh-t
then you seen ’em and ain’t do sh-t, dead that sh-t
‘sup with you n-gga? tryna’ not to f-ck with you n-ggas
all i did since birth keep it a buck with you n-ggas
if i offend you, f-ck you, n-gga
you ain’t my man, i let it touch you, n-gga
rip up and cut you, n-gga
you got birds, i send the goons and let ’em pluck you n-gga
you ain’t about sh-t, that’s why i duck you n-ggas
if it’s money to be made and we can split it, i’m with it
but if it’s only one-sided just for you, forget it
like if i had to go to jail and i got a lot of mail at least one of them letters was from you
n-ggas’ll turn they back on you and i ain’t even locked up
but we go back to the mixtapes with clue
who? donnie, i got that chrome four-four
playin’ xbox with my foot on the door, f-ck that

[verse 2: nino man]
look, my man said they talkin’ and they askin’ ’bout me
but ain’t no facts about me
but if they know you my mans then why they chattin’ ’bout me?
funny sh-t and they know you ain’t ’bout that action, homie
they actin’ phoney, that’s why i carry this ratchet on me
no jewels, got ’em shiverin’ though
now everybody seen a drip but it ain’t drizzlin’ though
keep most of the work stashed, then get rid of the snow
i still got some pills buried, i’m committed to dough
i got an address to send the dope
nah, not a brick, i been sendin’ smoke
tryna’ catch this l!ck like an envelope
i got more zips than a winter coat
really out here tryna’ get the dope before they [?]

[verse 3: snyp life]
now i done heard a million times about how you gon’ k!ll ’em
but you ain’t do sh-t when you seen ’em but ice grill ’em
corny n-ggas in his ear, buncha hype with him
type to catch a body in the booth, another mike villain
these n-ggas get shot and stabbed and turned realer
man, shut your little monkey -ss’s down around gorillas
i get back to back bids in the yard with them k!llers
give ’em triple beam bars so the hustlers’ll feel ya
it’s quiet when they peel ya, keep that muzzle on that handgun
smack a n-gga up before i clap him, that’s an and-one
you heard louch in the spot with the four-four
i’m in the kitchen with the twenty-gauge cookin’ up more

[verse 4: conway]
n-gga talkin’ like he ’bout that action but i ain’t saw nothin’
but you was all tough when you was pillow talkin’ to that bird b-tch we all f-ckin’
now we dump the heaters, shoot three hundred meters, turn ’em to long-jumpers
hittin’ the gate, tryna’ dip and escape
we from the same hood, you jealous of the sh-t in my safe
you tellin’ n-ggas how you gon’ lay me down and take my jewelry off
mad ’cause i got the city lit and he wanna cool me off
guess it’s f-ck all the blunts that we burned together
this n-gga broke and he want what i earned
sayin’ you gon’ do this and that
but you gon’ make me put a dub on your neck and bet my young boys is gettin’ that

[outro: nino man]
f-ck these n-ggas, louch
they can’t touch you my n-gga
d-block, b-tch!

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