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INTERPRÉTATION
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Chant
Duke Deuce
Duke Deuce
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Paroles/Composition
Celestine Amajoyi
Celestine Amajoyi
Paroles/Composition
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Paroles/Composition
Patavious Lashun Isom
Patavious Lashun Isom
Paroles/Composition
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Paroles/Composition
Tim Moore
Tim Moore
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Co‑production
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Ingénierie de mixage
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Chilbu
Chilbu
Production
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Production
Twhyxclusive
Twhyxclusive
Production
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Ingénierie de prise de son
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistance d’ingénierie
Rachel Blum
Rachel Blum
Assistance d’ingénierie

Paroles

Break the law, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah) Break the law, nigga (DJ Paul) (Chilbu how you did it, you heard?) (Br-br-br-break the law, nigga) (Break the law, nigga) (Break the law, nigga) (Break the law, nigga) (Break the law, nigga) (Break the law, nigga) Ayy (break the law, nigga), ayy, ayy, ayy I am quick to break the law, won't quit to break a nigga jaw And you know I'm quick to break a hoe, walk a bitch like a dog Know a bitch can't get shit from me, but hard dick 'til it's soft And a nigga can't get shit from me, but a tomb and a coffin (bitch) Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em out Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em out Threw the raw shit up in the club, so we had to put 'em down Told him if he get up his next move gon' be beneath the ground I can't do a show if my gun can't walk in that bitch first Some niggas buy tickets just to come and put you on a shirt Soon as a nigga start trippin' he gon leave out in a hearse Seen him mugging while I'm performing he got shot during the verse Niggas know we banging purple Ayy, where my C's at? (Where my C's at?) Got a few bloods in my circle Ayy, how you bleedin'? (Ayy, how you bleedin'?) My uncle he a big gangster, he said they let the G's in (let the G's in) R.I.P. Von, if you disrespect you been on BDN Exotic Glock it's matte black We sticked up in this cadillac Hit his block go ra-ta-tat Double back now he in the pack Ayy I don't even smoke no more, but say lil' brother pass me that I'm quick to break the law, won't quit to break a nigga jaw And you know I'm quick to break a hoe, walk a bitch like a dog Know a bitch can't get shit from me, but hard dick 'til it's soft And a nigga can't get shit from me, but a tomb and a coffin (bitch) Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em out Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em out Threw the raw shit up in the club, so we had to put him down Told him if he get up his next move gon' be beneath the ground S-O-S we stomp him out, on site we sent that boy to Christ (boy to Christ) Biggest G, ain't gotta throw the set, they know I'm all for life (all for life) If anything got done to me, just know we got 'em back alright (back alright) Thuggin' it, thuggin' it out of control Crackin' it, banging it, starting a fight (ayy-ayy) Fuck you thought it's Deucifer, say "Fuck me" feeling's mutual (mutual) I don't go to church, but if I do I'ma keep that tool la tool (tool la tool) Bitches different races with a asian get my noodle sucked (ugh, ugh) Ain't nothin' they can do with us Oh, now they wanna be cool with us (fuck 'em) Triple M, the big Mobb, fuck you thought? We big steppin' Crunk music takeover, fuck you thought I been reppin'? K-I-N-G bitches, me and I been standin' Fuck you mean, I'm goin' on you? (What?) Sleepin'-ass, I been slammin' (what the fuck?) I'm quick to break the law, won't quit to break a nigga jaw And you know I'm quick to break a hoe, walk a bitch like a dog Know a bitch can't get shit from me, but hard dick 'til it's soft And a nigga can't get shit from me, but a tomb and a coffin Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em out Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em out Threw the raw shit up in the club, so we had to put him down Told him if he get up his next move gon' be beneath the ground (what the fuck?) (Break the law) (Break the law) (Break the law)
Writer(s): Paul Beauregard, Tim Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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