Law (Non-Explicit)
Album: Trap Culture
Lyrics
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I like slangin' dope
I like gwalla most
I chase what you dont
I get what you want, nah
I like slangin' dope
i like gwalla most
One gold tooth
one gold chain
Shabba, shabba, shabba
I chill in the trap
I chill with a strap
Sick of this and that
Pull up with the mask
Where the coco at
Bring that booty back
Imma spend some cash
Imma throw some racks
I chill in the trap
I chill with a strap
Sick of this and that
Pull up with the mask
Where the coco at
Bring that booty back
Imma spend some cash
Imma throw some racks
Hold up, hold up, fiji
Ooh, oh
Hold up, hold up, fiji
Aye aye gang gang
Hold up, fiji
Boy I know you see it
Everybody getting robbed
Yeah, you know who did it
Chillin' in the cage I be feeling trapped
Keep runnin'you mouth
Boy you gon' get clapped
If you come around, you gon' face the lead
Shooting from above, go to sleep, you dead
If you come around, you gon' face the lead
Shooting from above, go to sleep, you dead
I sellin' that blow
I be movin'slow
Yea, she movin'fast
I blast on that ass
Pourin', I be geekin'
Masked up and I'm sneekin'
Doped up, i be tweakin'
Shootin, I be clickin'
I sellin' that blow
I be movin'slow
Yeah, she movin'fast
I blast on that ass
Pourin', I be geekin'
Masked up and I'm sneekin'
Doped up, i be tweakin'
Shootin, I be clickin'
And I'm speeding changing up locations
Don't you test me, don't you try my patience
All these sons on me, immigration
all these sons on me, no relation
Hunnids and hunnids on me
We gon' shoot a lot
Pass thembricks to Meechy
Diamonds on me as a breeze
Ain't gon shoot a little
We gon' shoot alot
Pass thembricks to Meechy
He gon' choose a spot
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