Closer I Get to You - Max B, Young Qua, West

I been goin' through this pain and shit

Everythingis crazy

Fuck it, I’m a just talk about it

Boss Don Biggavell

Dolla, yeah

It’s a little too much though, let’s go, yeah

He was only seventeen, he got hit with' a slug

His mommy, she a fiend so she addicted to the drugs

Bigga, he show me love, ain’t no need for the bullshit

Had 'em all suspicious for the Quarantine, free me from the larceny

Free me from the arsenies (free me)

Niggaz fuck up the grain, bullets fuck up they arteries

Charter me a flight, let me go away, throw away my verses for a price

Get your paper up, I ain’t even take a cut

I ain’t even make enough, yet I’m steady spendin', busy grindin'

Look at doggy grindin'

Floatin' in this Beamer like a pimp, he a pimp, all my bitches know

Look at how he be goin' though, don’t you know it (don't you know)

Got them fluffy pillows white as snow, take a sniff

Sprinkle it on the bigger dick, bigger chips

Baby kuz it’s necessare

Pour me a sip, she said «Daddy, there’s nuffin' left in there»

She braggin' like

Closer I get to you

Closer I get to you

The better you make me feel

(And hold me, hold me)

Treat me like your number one

Treat me like your number one

I said «I do», baby what the fuck do you want