Текст (слова) песни: C-Murder - Closin Down Shop

[Featuring Soulja Slim Magic]
Intro (Talking)
C Murder:
Say Magic Slim bro nigga we gotta go ahead and close that little
quarter shop we got on Broad fuck them niggas watchin us bro we
gotta lay low nigga fuck
Hook
Soulja SLim:
I`m closin` down shop so clientel stops
Knockin at my door fuck no
I dont have no more dealys not bein sold
Cause its too hot plus I`m on parole x2
Soulja SLim:
It`s twelve in the noon, I`m just wakin` up from a flight
Hicks been knockin` at my door all goddamn night
And my hoe she busted talkin` about she tired of that
Deep and down tell her bout how much paper we be stackin`
Cause they run from that smack and that shit I got raw
Dont ya be a dog, this dealy might bust your heart
And the niggas that I get it from supplys the city
They got other niggas with it but they bags be shitty
Cause they tryin` to put too much cut on the dope
To make a little ends but the only person scorin` is they friends
They got twenty dollar bags they got ten
But now you going let your boy move all the ends
Now see my clients they know what the fuck they be buyin`
They be comin shop be closed and they still be runnin
Makin` my shop high and they might come kick it in my spot
But I got my shit got cause I aint about doin no more time
You got on them bullet proof vests I got on mines
Bullets be flyin, flyin
Hook
Soulja SLim:
I`m closin` down shop so clientel stops
Knockin at my door fuck no
I dont have no more dealys not bein sold
Cause its too hot plus I`m on parole
C-Murder:
I`m closin` down shop cause my clientels gettin too big
I got these laws on my balls and they sweatin` my shit
Dope fiends knockin` at my door, they got my spot too hot
These suckas runnin` on my colors on my quarter shop
Two baby mommas, four kids three mack elevens
Three cars about thirteen boo boo`s
I`m just a ghetto superstar
On parole, convicted felon known for 187`s and 211`s
A young nigga down to do whatever
First and fifteenth checks fix blowin up my beeper
BooKoo pages new credit, my shit is cut up and ready
I`m on top never drop pushin keys that rock
But I gotta close shop cause my spots too hot
Hook
Soulja SLim:
I`m closin` down shop so clientel stops
Knockin at my door fuck no
I dont have no more dealys not bein sold
Cause its too hot plus I`m on parole x2
(Magic laughs)
I`m closin down shop...
Magic:
Bitches tryin to catch the wrong niggas, now tell the truth
You aint hear we came in strapped nigga, react nigga
Watch for me you dont wanna see me last, keep talkin` trash
I`m gonna be the one behind the mask, blastin` at your pussy ass
What, boy you disrespect my click you stupid bitch
I`m about to jump off in your shit
I rumble in the jungle with the fiercist peice alive
Climb the biggest mountain with the highest peaks it high
Spoon the biggest ocean with the biggets pocket fish
If I ever hear you speak these filthy words again
I told you muther fuckers I was comin (what)
I roll with tight muther fuckers, stop runnin`
(laugh, gun cock)
Dont move a fuckin` muscle got no time for no wrestlin`
Got no time for no tustli

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: C-Murder - Closin Down Shop [Featuring Soulja Slim Magic] Intro (Talking) C Murder: Say Magic Slim bro nigga we gotta go ahead and close that little quarter shop we got on Broad fuck them niggas watchin us bro we gotta lay low nigga fuck Hook Soulja SLim: I`m closin` down shop so clientel stops Knockin at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not bein sold Cause its too hot plus I`m on parole x2 Soulja SLim: It`s twelve in the noon, I`m just wakin` up from a flight Hicks been knockin` at my door all goddamn night And my hoe she busted talkin` about she tired of that Deep and down tell her bout how much paper we be stackin` Cause they run from that smack and that shit I got raw Dont ya be a dog, this dealy might bust your heart And the niggas that I get it from supplys the city They got other niggas with it but they bags be shitty Cause they tryin` to put too much cut on the dope To make a little ends but the only person scorin` is they friends They got twenty dollar bags they got ten But now you going let your boy move all the ends Now see my clients they know what the fuck they be buyin` They be comin shop be closed and they still be runnin Makin` my shop high and they might come kick it in my spot But I got my shit got cause I aint about doin no more time You got on them bullet proof vests I got on mines Bullets be flyin, flyin Hook Soulja SLim: I`m closin` down shop so clientel stops Knockin at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not bein sold Cause its too hot plus I`m on parole C-Murder: I`m closin` down shop cause my clientels gettin too big I got these laws on my balls and they sweatin` my shit Dope fiends knockin` at my door, they got my spot too hot These suckas runnin` on my colors on my quarter shop Two baby mommas, four kids three mack elevens Three cars about thirteen boo boo`s I`m just a ghetto superstar On parole, convicted felon known for 187`s and 211`s A young nigga down to do whatever First and fifteenth checks fix blowin up my beeper BooKoo pages new credit, my shit is cut up and ready I`m on top never drop pushin keys that rock But I gotta close shop cause my spots too hot Hook Soulja SLim: I`m closin` down shop so clientel stops Knockin at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not bein sold Cause its too hot plus I`m on parole x2 (Magic laughs) I`m closin down shop... Magic: Bitches tryin to catch the wrong niggas, now tell the truth You aint hear we came in strapped nigga, react nigga Watch for me you dont wanna see me last, keep talkin` trash I`m gonna be the one behind the mask, blastin` at your pussy ass What, boy you disrespect my click you stupid bitch I`m about to jump off in your shit I rumble in the jungle with the fiercist peice alive Climb the biggest mountain with the highest peaks it high Spoon the biggest ocean with the biggets pocket fish If I ever hear you speak these filthy words again I told you muther fuckers I was comin (what) I roll with tight muther fuckers, stop runnin` (laugh, gun cock) Dont move a fuckin` muscle got no time for no wrestlin` Got no time for no tustli Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Closin Down Shop: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/12921.html Все тексты песен: C-Murder » C-Murder - Picture Me » C-Murder - Thug Boy » C-Murder - Betya (Bonus Track) » C-Murder - Young Ghetto Boy » C-Murder - Get N Paid » C-Murder - Don`t Wanna Be Alone » C-Murder - Thug Boy » C-Murder - Young Ghetto Boy » C-Murder - A 2nd Chance » C-Murder - The Truest Shit » C-Murder - They Don`t Really Know You » C-Murder - They Don`t Really Know You » C-Murder - Concrete Jungle » C-Murder - Where I`m From » C-Murder - I Got The Hook-Up! soundtrack » C-Murder - Like a Jungle » C-Murder - Ghetto Millionaire » C-Murder - Dreams » C-Murder - Do U Wanna Ride » C-Murder - Riders Рекомендуем скачать: » Психея - Три » Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - Великан » Профессор Лебединский - Я убью тебя, лодочник » Премьер-министр - Радиоволна » Психея - М.М.М. (Мой маленький мир) » Песни из кинофильмов - Цветные сны » Полина Ефименко - Снова кисть свою макает память-лгунья... » Полина Ростова - Руками не трогай » Петр Копытов - Утро » Премьер-министр - Калифорния » Петр Климов - Всё забывается » Павел Кашин - Фонари » Планка - Смертный грех » Пропаганда - Мелом » Петр Старчик - Баллада о прокуренном вагоне » Петр Климов - Вот и сложена жизнь пополам... » Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - Мы как трепетные птицы » Полина Ефименко - Как сложно говорить на языке... » Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - Немного огня » Петр Копытов - Когда умру, не объявляйте траура...
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