Close to Me lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
I know some killas that'll kill you, to kill ya if ya close to me
I did some thangs, that I gotta keep it close to me

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I know some n*ggas that'll kill ya if ya close to me
I know some killas, and I gotta keep em close to me
If you a snitch, then I dont need you standing close to me
I'm my own shooter, so I keep my pistol close to me

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Don`t approach me n*gga like you`re so ho while I be smoking weed
I dont know you n*gga, you dont know me n*gga so dont come close to me
I had a girl one time, we broke up, I told that b*tch to leave
I dont need no n*gga, I dont need no b*tch try to come close to me
Get away from me n*gga, you standing too close, back up a couple feet
I dont know you n*gga, you dont know me n*gga, but your standing too close to me
These n*ggas be hoes, your my friend and my foe cause you ain't [?]
I love my friends but I gotta keep my enemies close to me
Close call, man I swear it was a close race
Close casket, but I'ma shoot ya in yo damn face
I got so much money, that they closed the damn case
A n*gga try me, cold day in hell he get away
I drop a cool code 20, make ya neck break
They say that Gucci high hid it, thats what the vet say
Bullets rain, [?]
And all legit, but still [?]
She say I'm close to crazy, that's what that b*tch say
I say I'm close to wealthy, that's what my wrist say
And I'm a multi-millionaire that's what my di*k say
[?]
She tryna get close to me, but I don't want no girlfriend
[?]
She ask when am I gonna stop, I say til the world end
Pearl-face rolling, roll up with the pearl Benz
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I know some n*ggas that'll kill ya if ya close to me
I know some killas, and I gotta keep em close to me
If you a snitch, then I dont need you standing close to me
I'm my own shooter, so I keep my pistol close to me
I know some n*ggas that'll kill ya if ya close to me
I know some killas, and I gotta keep em close to me
If you a snitch, then I dont need you standing close to me
I'm my own shooter, so I keep my pistol close to me

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
See I keep a scrap, I don't play with these n*ggas
Rock a by baby, move jack a n*gga
458 my caterpillar
One time for the real n*ggas
All I hang around is the real n*ggas
Cut throat, selling pure coke
n*gga f*ck with me, murder she wrote
In a club, Frank Lucas with a minkcoat
All I need is work in a speedboat
Truck full from my amigo
Free my dogs, f*ck Rico
b*tch I'm off the molly, my eyes low
Wet crew, at one time
2 times for the don game
Bricksquad, new Wu Tang
My flag red, suwoo bang
[?]
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I know some n*ggas that'll kill ya if ya close to me
I know some killas, and I gotta keep em close to me
If you a snitch, then I dont need you standing close to me
I'm my own shooter, so I keep my pistol close to me
I know some n*ggas that'll kill ya if ya close to me
I know some killas, and I gotta keep em close to me
If you a snitch, then I dont need you standing close to me
I'm my own shooter, so I keep my pistol close to me
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