Close Proximity Lyrics – BLP KOSHER

Read the full Close Proximity lyrics by BLP KOSHER along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Blp Kosher’s music, you can also explore Party In The Gunshine State and Gator Skin, two other songs by Blp Kosher.

[Intro]
Xair, let me get that motherfu*ker
YAYA, run that s*it up
Waterrr

[Verse 1]
I ain’t licensed, I got self defense rounds
I hit tracks and you pulled up with the whole ice mound
My dog died and I blew up, I almost put the mic down
That boy a rat, Terrifier 3, I put the pipe down
No Capybara, you a whole mouse
That’s your motherfu*king twin like he Cole Sprouse
Choppa hippopotamus, I call it Moo Deng
I keep Kosher, ’cause the law fu*k the food chain
Thirty ball in my pants like it’s loose change
And I’ll burn b!tch back, ain’t no cooking me
These opp hoes gon’ fu*k for cheese, but I ain’t wasting seed
No Kaepernick, that money calling, your b!tch took a knee

[Chorus]
We gon’ get up on him, close proximity (Yah, yah)
I’m doing shows in Ohio, I am not skibidi (Ayy, ayy)
She said she was from the O, b!tch, why you kissing me
I put a safety on the Glock, trigger finger fidgety (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
They told me I should start rapping, they knew it would work
Sabrina Carpenter, I blew up out the woodworks
Drop em’ cuts how I put it in the hook first
Long live Cookburst, ayy, ayy

[Verse 2]
I’m a student of the game to the bone, but I ain’t collagen
I can turn your whole gang to Swiss Family Robinson
I coulda caught a homie, now they fu*king with my homonyms
Bees in the trap serving rock, no conglomerate
Ayy and you don’t want no problems
Okay, you’re a goon, I get chicken while she gobbling
It ain’t smoke, if it’s up b!tch, it’s pollen

Paint the wall and I ain’t Morgan, pay my mortgage, I’m wyling
I keep the flame, I’m waddling
All this pain I’m bottling
They were dissing on the dead, I turn this s*it to the Conjuring
Glizzy poke and it’s prominent
I was a minor, I was popping it
Swing the stick like Double A, no Alcoholics Anonymous
Ayy, foreign b!tches tryna fu*k me but I’m continent
Them boys hoes and my Glock male dominant
I made a mill off this rap, it boost my confidence
When Jeffrey died, I never cut my hair, he made a monument
So fu*k you b!tch, I be shifting, you ain’t gon’ do s*it to me
I brought white on white violence to the music industry
They keep tryna’ slow me down while I’m making history
Opp dumb, tryna’ talk like this serendipity (Ayy)

[Chorus]
We gon’ get up on him, close proximity (Yah, yah)
I’m doing shows in Ohio, I am not skibidi (Ayy, ayy)
She said she was from the O, b!tch, why you kissing me
I put a safety on the Glock, trigger finger fidgety (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
They told me I should start rapping, they knew it would work
Sabrina Carpenter, I blew up out the woodworks
Drop a em’ cuts how I put it in the hook first
Long live Cookburst, long live Jew

[Outro]
Wadddlllttt, Long live Mike Cookburst
Long live Charmane
Long live jew
Ayy, hop out with a
I’m a loose screw
Big sticks for a. I’m a big jew
Mac 11 with a light, cracka, fu*k you
I brought white on white.