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bluebucksclan - closed curtains lyrics
[intro: bluebucksclan dj]
i’m a fly n_gga, this sh_t easy (better check your resource)
i got b_tches cryin’, tellin’ me they need me (folie got me actin’ different)
new b_tch head fire, p_ssy fiji
walkin’ in the store, yeah, told ’em bleed me (ayo, stop playin’ with ’em, mook, drop that sh_t)
[verse 1: bluebucksclan dj]
gettin’ dressed in fendi, walkin’ out like they stabbed me (like they stabbed me)
i just told the b_tch of your dreams she can’t have me (you can’t have me)
i just told a b_tch, “b_tch, my b_tch here, don’t grab me” (b_tch, my b_tch here)
i just told security, yeah, it’s sticks here, don’t pat me
exotic smoke all i’m lightin’, you can’t match me (you can’t match)
my b_tch bad, her waist sn_tched, she drink flat tea
big rolls, n_ggas fightin’ for the backseat (fightin’ for the back)
scorin’ every time i touch it, check the stat sheet (check the stats)
ever catch me with a weak b_tch, slap me (yeah, slap me)
if i’m dozin’ off the juice, yeah, just tap me (just tap me)
[verse 2: jeeezy]
if you see me with a bum b_tch, attack me (n_gga, slam me)
catch me with the baddest b_tch, yeah, exactly (what you thought?)
twenty b_tches lock me up, b_tch, i’m ramsey (yeah, i’m ramsey)
i remember breakin’ down in that camry (in that camry)
now i’m f_ckin’ bad b_tches in that lammy (lamborghini)
bluebucks, we deserve to win a grammy (deserve to win a grammy)
f_ckin’ all these b_tches, this sh_t easy, i don’t try hard (nah)
n_gga, pay attention, there’s like fifty in this goyard (fifty)
gettin’ dressed in gucci, workers tellin’ me, “that’s so hard” (hard)
b_tch caught me cheatin’ and she left, d_mn, i’m so scarred
i remember payin’ for my food with a lunch card
now i got a chef, ask that n_gga when the brunch start
n_ggas pullin’ up in bullsh_t, it’s a junkyard
[verse 3: bluebucksclan dj]
clan pullin’ up, yeah, b_tch, now the fun start (yeah, b_tch)
police just came, we got hoes still comin’ (still comin’)
yeah, i like your face, but i ain’t tryna build nothin’ (build nothin’)
b_tch, this ain’t no airbnb, don’t steal nothin’ (don’t steal nothin’)
all these f_ckin’ f’s on me, think i feel somethin’ (i feel somethin’)
bleedin’ out the fendi store like i k!lled somethin’ (bleedin’ out the fendi store)
lyin’ to this b_tch, sayin’ i’m for real comin’ (lyin’ to this b_tch)
tweakin’ in the mansion, thinkin’ i was hearin’ somethin’ (yeah, i’m trippin’)
[verse 4: jeeezy]
f_ckin’ n_ggas’ hoes, i got a highlight reel comin’
trippin’ on a waitress, b_tch, when my meal comin’?
i just hit his b_tch, but he a ho, he still subbin’
yeah, i’m on the rise, feel like tommy, b_tch, i’m krumpin’
orange alexanders like i’m steppin’ on a pumpkin
mr. fundamental with the hoes, i’m tim duncan
any n_gga disrespect the clan, he get punished
i just booked a room at the cotton out in london
[outro: bluebucksclan dj]
i just seen a goyard store, now i’m runnin’
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