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Текст песни C-Murder f Soulja Slim, Magic - Bossalinie

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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 fuckHookSoulja SLim:I`m closin` down shop so clientel stops Knockin at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not bein soldCause its too hot plus I`m on parole x2Soulja SLim:It`s twelve in the noon, I`m just wakin` up from a flight Hicks been knockin` at my door all goddamn nightAnd my hoe she busted talkin` about she tired of thatDeep and down tell her bout how much paper we be stackin`Cause they run from that smack and that shit I got rawDont ya be a dog, this dealy might bust your heartAnd the niggas that I get it from supplys the cityThey got other niggas with it but they bags be shittyCause they tryin` to put too much cut on the dopeTo make a little ends but the only person scorin` is they friendsThey got twenty dollar bags they got tenBut now you going let your boy move all the endsNow see my clients they know what the fuck they be buyin`They be comin shop be closed and they still be runninMakin` my shop high and they might come kick it in my spotBut I got my shit got cause I aint about doin no more timeYou got on them bullet proof vests I got on mines Bullets be flyin, flyinHookSoulja SLim:I`m closin` down shop so clientel stops Knockin at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not bein soldCause its too hot plus I`m on paroleC-Murder:I`m closin` down shop cause my clientels gettin too bigI got these laws on my balls and they sweatin` my shitDope fiends knockin` at my door, they got my spot too hotThese suckas runnin` on my colors on my quarter shopTwo baby mommas, four kids three mack elevensThree cars about thirteen boo boo`sI`m just a ghetto superstar On parole, convicted felon known for 187`s and 211`s A young nigga down to do whateverFirst and fifteenth checks fix blowin up my beeperBooKoo pages new credit, my shit is cut up and readyI`m on top never drop pushin keys that rockBut I gotta close shop cause my spots too hot HookSoulja SLim:I`m closin` down shop so clientel stops Knockin at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not bein soldCause 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 truthYou aint hear we came in strapped nigga, react niggaWatch for me you dont wanna see me last, keep talkin` trashI`m gonna be the one behind the mask, blastin` at your pussy assWhat, boy you disrespect my click you stupid bitchI`m about to jump off in your shit I rumble in the jungle with the fiercist peice aliveClimb the biggest mountain with the highest peaks it highSpoon the biggest ocean with the biggets pocket fish If I ever hear you speak these filthy words againI 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 tustlin`shut it down

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