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good, Now a nigga only 
You see now that nigga lonely 
And losin all his money 
Still hear that laughin' under breath while the Orlando police 
See that's

Police Song

Whole Wheat Bread

Minority Rules

Going to a punk show
Somewhere in Orlando
And here's the police telling us we gotta go
I never thought that this would happen to me
Well we're

a clothing line, we turn niggas ass to merch
Last opp he was down to earth, he got put past the earth
Make me show the police in Orlando how that magic work

Police

Lil Scrappy

Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live

2006

Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha

Police

Lil Scrappy

Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live [Clean]

2006

ran home

Everybody wanna know what happened in Orlando
We had a confirmation but they ain't wan' let it go
Tryna push me, ol' *** *** police
Actin'

Thug Angels

Small World

The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book

2000

on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?)  They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all)  Police are at the door
the Magnum was by

in the Honda Pounds of marijuana
With them police lights behind ya Bumping PAC
Like f*ck it! Haa

Stacking commas Presidents but no Obama's
Blowing

Black lives matter when we talkin' about Philando
But all lives matter when we talkin' bout Orlando
49 dead bodies, 83 in France though
They say Alton

Blue lights with red lights 
That shit ain't no fire truck 
Police wanna pull us over 
Why you wanna pull us over for (Aye)
She say she listen

When I ain't had shit, hold up
You wasn't fuckin' wit me, nahh
When I was on my dick, fuck ya
You wasn't fuckin' wit me, nahh
Police on my dick, fuck

Fckn Wit Me [Album Version]

Dopetrackz

Passenger 420

2016

When I ain't had shit (Hold Up)
You wasn't fckn wit me (Nahh)

When I was on my Dicc (F*ck Ya)
You wasn't fckn wit me (Nahh)

Police on my Dicc (F*ck

the police let BIG die
They call it Los Angeles, I call it suicide!
I took a bullet in the heart and survived
So hit the switch, lean back
And enjoy the ride

history, won't caress you (Ha)
This bitch the police
She might arrest you
Lock you up and play with your feelings
And try to fuck you (Woah, woah, what?)

niggas call me Meek Mill
Play the cards you were dealt, you ain't tryna deal
Banana on the K, the choppa made him peel
Police killin' black men, that's why

jumpin' in this
Go and call the police on us
Yeah, we got it jumpin in this
Jumpin' in this motha
Pull it back and make it Whoa
Vixens on my line
Can we

hit ya & I am not talkin bout practicing rugby no 

The police they crooked they book us & take our bread it's-Fuck-da-Feds-Free my bro 

Addicted

Make me bend on your block, like I got a bad back (ahh)
Mi-Mi-Might move to Orlando like Shaq
Pulled up to Outback in the matte black 'Lac (skrrt!)

on your block like I got a bad back
Might move to Orlando like Shaq
Pulled up to Outback in the matte black 'Lac
Pull the red carpet out like Hollywood

duck the police
Gassin' it to her crib
Going 85 on the streets
With nothing in my left in my tank
And 2 pints of heem on the seats
Orlando market

speedin im flyin the police not catchin me cause im ghost
Buyin im flyin i smoke exotic pack and you can smell it reakin right through my coat
Yeah i be

know that jesus is king but he bow down for me
Flipping these bitches like it was trapeze
No funny business I feel like police
Got dirty bars, like

After we're dead, how can they understand
How much more, can we take
From Orlando to Washington state
How much more, can we take
Sing along if you mean

a pastor
Any location with the bible
Two ties how I roll that’s my title
N***** still on the slip
Quarter past two
If the police tripping
No telling
Ask me

me
I got so many bars I am friends with the police
You can tell me the whole case
But please keep it brief
Yeah I smell like success and the aroma is