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NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
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Duke Deuce
Duke Deuce
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Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
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Celestine Amajoyi
Celestine Amajoyi
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Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
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Patavious Lashun Isom
Patavious Lashun Isom
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Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
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Tim Moore
Tim Moore
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NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
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Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
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Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Мастеринг-инженер
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
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Chilbu
Chilbu
Продюсер
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
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Twhyxclusive
Twhyxclusive
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Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Инженер звукозаписи
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
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Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
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Rachel Blum
Rachel Blum
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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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