Lyrics

Punk police Don't fuck with me Or tell me what's not cool Punk police Don't fuck with me Or tell me what to do So many rules to follow That shit don't sound very punk Like Eaddy said Miss me with that shit Or end up slumped Don't wear no brands That shit ain't cool I'll wear what I want Nigga, fuck you Everybody's punk until the knife come cross their face Cold sweat a minor threat I'll X right out your name Leave it be on the streets Punks is what they want Pop shit and get hit Or get stomped out from the fakes Up the punks Of hate Destroy the punks Who hate Don't tell me what to listen to Don't tell me what to wear Don't tell me what the fuck to do 'Cause honey I won't care Don't ask me what the lyrics is Or who's my favorite band What I do just ain't for you Fuck you and your mans I pulled up, bumping Westside Gunn Don't know the Who But I know Big Pun Dress undress Yeah my cock weighs a ton Suck on these Make you plead to my gun
Writer(s): Jean Stanley Lebrun, Lawrence Lewis Allen Eaddy, Nathan Hose Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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