Lyrics:
We're gonna need a strip search over here
We're gonna need a strip search over here
Where's my back up?
Roger that
Roger that
Roger that
Roger
We're gonna need a strip search over here
We're gonna need a strip search over here
Where's my back up?
Roger that
Roger that
Roger that
Roger
to pound
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm tryna hump i like to fuck and hound
Strip, search, freeze, then put your hands on the ground
She turn into a freak, bitch, off
search, a strip search
It's time to ready your Miranda, ride to the... propaganda
You're under my arrest, baby
Assume the position and put your hands
Kicked in the head whilst laid
Handcuffed on the ground
Whilst these pigs stop
And strip search a child in school
Whilst these pigs stop
And strip search
Lower the hood on his lament
Dash him down on cold cement
One bell ringing
Flies buzzing round the strip search light
They've got him down on his
a lot
He came through, straight strip search
He said I'm coming back, and I'ma put in work
Niggas told him, hey yo, leave that shit alone
But pride
Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
You can jerk niggas but you
the rest
Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
You can jerk niggaz
in case the cops want to strip search
think first prepare for the worst
when you do dirt
remember there's a million other niggas with the same
Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
You can jerk niggas but you
the ring leader
But don't hurt yourself
I wanna sit back and watch
You strip search yourself
When you're ready to stop runnin'
Ready to stop frontin'
Ready
and strip search me?
When I think about my life, it's been a long journey
It was a snow storm but I stood firmly
All the time you wasted, you gotta
ain’t scared of y’all niggas
Manny Pacquiao strip search, I pat her down
Wiz Khalifa, I’m smoking loud
Like A$AP I got a fucking problem
Fuckin’ problem,
Strip search, shake cells
See for shanks stashing
Swallowed by a system of six day sores
Who hypnotize society?
Even though suffer slow, I
Still saddled
It's not war, it's more like a warning
There with front row tickets to the public burning
Found in the strip search, the skins have beaten
up the league with possession
Freeze em and arrest em
Strip search em then undress em
Make the youngsters come and then sign a confession
Or would you
against you in this court of love. You have the right to remain silent
Put your hands up and assume the position. this is a strip search and your under
happening?
Que pasa U.S.A.?
Oh, what's happening, what's happening, what's happening?
Que pasa U.S.A.?
Fuck a strip search
Corrupt cops doing a nigga and spic
Cruising down the street, in a boat that I stole
Bust in your house, get down on the floor
I need everything, robbing clams for their pearls
Strip search
been taught
Do it whatever weather that’s how I big earn
I ain’t really been church but I’ve been Perth
Tryna see the bottom half like a strip search
I
Make love to a garden spade
Then strip search the sky
'Cause Larry loves Larissa
They see eye to glass eye
Found peace in an arrangement
Don't delude yourself
Not quite so far as hell
A stagnant place to dwell - Exurbia
Lynch mob, strip search
Church fete, ultra, violence
You strip search my answers when I get in
Who was I out with where I have been
Your tongue's turned forensic, your eyes burning green
That corrosive,
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