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Law N Order
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Veeze
Veeze
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karon M. Vantrees
Karon M. Vantrees
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smerf Beats
Smerf Beats
Producer

Letra

Smerf this yo beat? Oo oo oo Gang Ganger Smerf made this beat I want blue strips on all the paper when I get it (Yeah) I can be off Xans, the bags, the Ls, I don't forget em (Yeah) We ain't going on tour but we got the bag up in the Sprinter I knew this shit was gone come, just like I seen it on the Simpsons I think I'm seeing demons from beans and lean that I been sippin' (Eww) I gotta keep praying to Jesus, I keep thinkin' bout leaving a nigga No matter how mean I am to yo bitch she still won't leave a nigga I pray for my niggas they perc heads, got sick codeinе addictions Mind yo business, that ain't my bitch, you seen me with her Yo big homiе a grown ass man, to me, he a infant (Lil ass nigga) Lil ass nigga you ain't high like me, you drinking spinach (Broke ass nigga) Lil ass boy, you don't ball like us, to me, you a scrimmage (Forreal) You wanna beat yo bitch, she playing my song and shaking her ass (Gang) Way before I was rapping, state to state shaking a bag (Gang, Gang) I don't give a fuck if we going to the pearly gates, I'm taking a mag Mask on in the kitchen while I'm whipping, scraping the glass I ain't even in a good mood until I take my meds (Take my meds) I know niggas who throwing Cs, it ain't Chanel (It ain't Chanel) I got niggas who under the 5 like Jason Kidd Told lil bro this a grown man game, it ain't for kids (Forreal) Nigga wanna steal this swag, gotta wait til it go on sale I'on even like yo bitch she made me pay for head (Fuck that bitch) You ain't never made a 20 waitin' on the mail My lil nigga black and ugly, shoot like Tony Snell Nigga tryna keep up but ain't got money for his bail That lil bitch broke, I can tell just by her hair and nails (Look at that bitch) Lil' nigga you broke as a joke, you funny like Dave Chappelle (Haha) He sworn on God he was gettin' money, going straight to hell If the Feds knew what I knew, I'd go straight to jail I swear yo bitch think I'm all that, like I'm Keenan, Kel I mixed his juice, now his stomach hurtin' like he ate Taco Bell He live like Meech when he in the booth but never made a sell (That nigga lying smerf, no cap. Haha)
Writer(s): Karon Vantrees, Djuan Canada Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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