Closer Songtext
von 100s
Closer Songtext
Yeah, yeah
Joe X, what′s happening?
Honey, good to see you, my nigga
Appreciate it, man
Smoking on my reefer
It's cloudy, I can′t see ya
So come a little closer
Come on, come a little closer
Smoking on my reefer
It's cloudy, I can't see ya
So come a little closer
Come on, come a little closer
Ay, Quran in my back pocket
Next to my green rag
Green on my nigga, you know how we be rocking
I need a green over shawty that can get it popping
Triple stack of the molly, baby, get it popping
On tour, all my niggas, yeah, they shopping
North Carolina got the young hoes bopping
My nigga said he think he spot her
Call me grabba grabba cause you know I got her
And we ride and we smoking on doja
This Internet got me bitches and exposure
Backstage hella cloudy, come closer
My nigga brought her here, but now I′m on her
She love the crew, so baby, what it do?
If they fuck with me, then I fuck with you
I′m just tryna get a nut off in a buck or two
Then dip off through the night, it's what a hustler do
Smoking on my reefer
It′s cloudy, I can't see ya
So come a little closer
Come on, come a little closer
Smoking on my reefer
It′s cloudy, I can't see ya
So come a little closer
Come on, come a little closer
Throw hands when you with your niggas
Shots when you with your kids
So get the lids, hundreds in this bitch, taking bids
I just might let her know
Versace with my cousin Mondre, nigga, there it go
Young bitch say she tryna ride me
My dick got a drinking age, let me see your ID
Come a little closer so I can spit it colder
Fuck with the and the green over
Light my shit, never bite my shit
Said her jaw getting locked up so the drip she coughed up
Game recognize me, ice cold Term, hoe
Underweight nigga with the ice cold perm, hoe
Let a nigga breathe, man, give me ′bout five minutes
No true Hollywood, stay up out of my business
Hit me on the beeper
Then I might come and see ya
Smoking on my reefer
It's cloudy, I can't see ya
So come a little closer
Come on, come a little closer
Smoking on my reefer
It′s cloudy, I can′t see ya
So come a little closer
Come on, come a little closer
Joe X, what′s happening?
Honey, good to see you, my nigga
Appreciate it, man
Smoking on my reefer
It's cloudy, I can′t see ya
So come a little closer
Come on, come a little closer
Smoking on my reefer
It's cloudy, I can't see ya
So come a little closer
Come on, come a little closer
Ay, Quran in my back pocket
Next to my green rag
Green on my nigga, you know how we be rocking
I need a green over shawty that can get it popping
Triple stack of the molly, baby, get it popping
On tour, all my niggas, yeah, they shopping
North Carolina got the young hoes bopping
My nigga said he think he spot her
Call me grabba grabba cause you know I got her
And we ride and we smoking on doja
This Internet got me bitches and exposure
Backstage hella cloudy, come closer
My nigga brought her here, but now I′m on her
She love the crew, so baby, what it do?
If they fuck with me, then I fuck with you
I′m just tryna get a nut off in a buck or two
Then dip off through the night, it's what a hustler do
Smoking on my reefer
It′s cloudy, I can't see ya
So come a little closer
Come on, come a little closer
Smoking on my reefer
It′s cloudy, I can't see ya
So come a little closer
Come on, come a little closer
Throw hands when you with your niggas
Shots when you with your kids
So get the lids, hundreds in this bitch, taking bids
I just might let her know
Versace with my cousin Mondre, nigga, there it go
Young bitch say she tryna ride me
My dick got a drinking age, let me see your ID
Come a little closer so I can spit it colder
Fuck with the and the green over
Light my shit, never bite my shit
Said her jaw getting locked up so the drip she coughed up
Game recognize me, ice cold Term, hoe
Underweight nigga with the ice cold perm, hoe
Let a nigga breathe, man, give me ′bout five minutes
No true Hollywood, stay up out of my business
Hit me on the beeper
Then I might come and see ya
Smoking on my reefer
It's cloudy, I can't see ya
So come a little closer
Come on, come a little closer
Smoking on my reefer
It′s cloudy, I can′t see ya
So come a little closer
Come on, come a little closer
Writer(s): Joseph Waks, Kossisko Konan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
