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Closed Curtains BlueBucksClan

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Closed Curtains - BlueBucksClan
[Intro: BlueBucksClan DJ]
I'm a fly nigga, this shit easy (Better check your resource)
I got bitches cryin', tellin' me they need me (Folie got me actin' different)
New bitch head fire, pussy Fiji
Walkin' in the store, yeah, told 'em bleed me (Ayo, stop playin' with 'em, Mook, drop that shit)

[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Gettin' dressed in Fendi, walkin' out like they stabbed me (Like they stabbed me)
I just told the bitch of your dreams she can't have me (You can't have me)
I just told a bitch, "Bitch, my bitch here, don't grab me" (Bitch, my bitch 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 bitch bad, her waist snatched, she drink flat tea
Big Rolls, niggas 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 bitch, 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 bitch, attack me (Nigga, slam me)
Catch me with the baddest bitch, yeah, exactly (What you thought?)
Twenty bitches lock me up, bitch, I'm Ramsey (Yeah, I'm Ramsey)
I remember breakin' down in that Camry (In that Camry)
Now I'm fuckin' bad bitches in that Lammy (Lamborghini)
BlueBucks, we deserve to win a Grammy (Deserve to win a Grammy)
Fuckin' all these bitches, this shit easy, I don't try hard (Nah)
Nigga, pay attention, there's like fifty in this Goyard (Fifty)
Gettin' dressed in Gucci, workers tellin' me, "That's so hard" (Hard)
Bitch caught me cheatin' and she left, damn, I'm so scarred
I remember payin' for my food with a lunch card
Now I got a chef, ask that nigga when the brunch start
Niggas pullin' up in bullshit, it's a junkyard
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