Took me a while just to write those
Memories, yeah, i hold em close,
"you were malcolm, its not even close"
Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes
don't think about better close your mind/
You can search but you'll never find
Bun b, i’m underground king
Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling
Protectors and be sure that you stand close
Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes
She likes the way it hits her lips
Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"
Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those
Woo dame that was too close
Man i swear she's bad and she knows
You're getting too close
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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