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Law 12-15

by $treble

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Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin It's time to get off, and yea wit the business Wont give ya no gimmick Dont need the attention I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi Young nigga committed My niggaz relentless 3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin It's time to get off, and yea wit the business Wont give ya no gimmick Dont need the attention I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi Young nigga committed My niggaz relentless 3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it Young nigga aint got his head on right Gangsta over here, bitch left over right I come from a place where ya dawg take ya life Get set up by ya bitch just cuz y'all got to fightin When you young and you black, aint no wrong and a right Automatic loss, nigga tone aint as white Poppin seals early morning, carryin on from the night Second guessing all ya niggaz cuz ya bond aint as tight Look a nigga in his eyes, talk up when ya speak Never underestimate the next man like he weak If you step, better step, mask up nigga creep Busting something aint shit, I did that as a teen Stay loaded off trees, I got dirt on my shoulders When Karma catch me, I'm dying a soldier Fly high in the sky and the fam I'll look over Who said it'd be easy, I bet I take over My niggaz be soldiers, the youngstaz be dumb All us convicted and still tote a gun 14 with a baby, they fuck when they young And get back to business right after they cum My niggaz be soldiers, the youngstaz be dumb All us convicted and still tote a gun 14 with a baby, they fuck when they young And get back to business right after they cum Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin It's time to get off, and yea wit the business Wont give ya no gimmick Dont need the attention I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi Young nigga committed My niggaz relentless 3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin It's time to get off, and yea wit the business Wont give ya no gimmick Dont need the attention I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi Young nigga committed My niggaz relentless 3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it Buster put me on my G Hit the pen, got it marked on me Openwood on my back Shit I learned to cook crack Watching Phat Foo and D.T Let the world throw dirt on me Out the mud, still I come out clean Shit I learned to play possum But you know i'ma pop him Cant let a nigga step on me All my life I been bold, the world turned my heart cold Smoking color purple nigga this that Harpo Gotta zip full of gas Glock wit a loaded mag Yeah the bag protected stuffed in my cargos When I say I want the bank, Im talking wells fargo Every week buying trees, more than ya car note And I keep my cup muddy with prometh or some tuss I gotta wood, twistin up Gas in a Tahoe Tell a bitch bye hoe, I want nothing but neck Lil hoe aint no good if she cant get a check Cuz bitch where im from, they be dying bout that They gon yea for money and power, respect Tell a bitch bye hoe, I want nothing but neck Lil hoe aint no good if she cant get a check Cuz bitch where im from, they be dying bout They gon yea for money and power, respect Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin It's time to get off, and yea wit the business Wont give ya no gimmick Dont need the attention I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi Young nigga committed My niggaz relentless 3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it Lil bitch I cant talk, bout shit I aint livin It's time to get off, and yea wit the business Wont give ya no gimmick Dont need the attention I come from that muddy, that swamp, Mississippi Young nigga committed My niggaz relentless 3/4 be convicted and still tote extensions Get outta ya body, we aiming at fitteds A make a bitch yea, I told ya they wit it

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