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the damn cops) Dem a call us, dem a call us The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me Call me a dope man, 'cause I rock dope beats Jacked by
mad a hater 'cause you can't touch us, huh "It's time I see you" Hey yo, I ain't got a care in the world Kidnapping your kid, maiming your mom,
I drop (drop) bombs (bombs) On any motherfuckers who ain't throwin' wit us You ain't throwin' wit us You ain't flowin' wit us Shut the do' (door)
You might as well I drop (drop) bombs (bombs) On any motherf***ers who ain't throwin' wit us You ain't throwin' wit us You ain't flowin' wit us
your grasp now you're outta weed outta cash outta gas and you're outta style outta place and you're outta line and you're outta touch and you're outta
ass off your feet (remix, c'mon) They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb I burn 'em all, 'til they all say turn 'em off 'cause these chips,
are keeping me outta touch, touch-touch And I know that I'm losing my mind, mind-mind But I'm still here after all trying, trying-trying yeah I think
love me and you You'll hold it down and show me the proof Outta love Got the Midas touch But that's not enough Don't cry Yeah All the time... Yeah You
That go to show this ass Kicking ain't gon bother nigga Cause it's right back where You started nigga Being a son of a Harlem nigga Now you was made by
world, now there's always time, to getch'a I guess by now you get the picture of what I'm tryin' to say I'm ballin' outta control Niggaz trippin' off me,
step-ladder with a little dose of disrespect A "fuck you" to the US for every soul that God hasn't blessed (fuck you!) There's a bomb in your city, in your
the store first to cop rubbers Got lawyers on retainer if one of these cops touch us I ain't feeling what they did to Kelly Thomas Keep guns on us so
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat Hits somersaults without the net But
Bliss Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing)/ ASCAP It Is You As we lift up our hands Will you meet us
lanes If we don't work it out, shame shame I can't touch these hoes I can't trust I don't wanna have a fake us But all that shit you told me, I
through your block? Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top Porsche, 300 horse fly by Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High) Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
bomb in the middle of a play ground Come on cry out leave a stain be afraid wow 55 times wit a pipe need a cage now Outta my mind cant decide who i hate
through your block? Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top Porsche, 300 horse fly by Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High) Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
of range And out of place Out of earth in outer space Being outta hand led to being outta touch And being in denial often serves a solid crutch But just do
Walkin n saucin I'm all in my bag bitch I barely could spare time Heard they been talking They know that I'm mad rich Come touch it I dare mine
the ladies love to touch) Is it true? (Y'all be whylin in the club too much) Is it you... Made Men, Made Men Is it you or is it Deja Vu? Is it you? (Y'all
2021 ain't no motherfucking fun Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns Covid fucked up business, families running outta funds Bodies of Native
was fire But he didn't have shit on the Uber driver Go slow. By now the head feels rough No speed, no need to touch the stuff Smoke weed? Used to have
smoke bitch you running outta wishes Pushing your buttons you aint like them other bitches Thats why im rolling with ya Til further notice Written by
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