Trapped in the Closet Chapter 17 lyrics

[Sylvester scoffs]

[Twan]
Yeah, bruh-in-law, that's what I'm talkin' about, shoot 'em

[Sylvester]
[Scoffs]
Man, well, let me—
[Scoffs again]
Shh
Y'all lucky I like that kinda sh*t, or I'll been a shot both of y'all ass
C'mon, Tawn, let's get the f*ck up outta here

[Twan]
Wha— what? You just gon' let 'em get away with this sh*t?

[Sylvester]
What? Kissin'? n*gga, come on, bring ya ass!

[Twan]
sh*t, f*ck that, I'ma go buy me a gun
And I'ma come back here and set this motherf*cker off
Yeah, b*tches, believe that!

[Sylvester]
Bring ya ass, n*gga!
[Tawn]
Gimme my motherf*ckin' coat!