porridge gang - don't run lyrics
[chorus: lil jeezy b]
lil jeezy b don’t run from the coppers, run from the coppers, run from the coppers
lil jeezy b come strapped with 2 choppers, shoutouts to porridge gang and shout outs to all my cobbers
[verse 1: lil jeezy b]
lil jeezy b don’t run from the coppers, i’ll die for my cobbers, and i hang out with robbers
young jeezy b will bop on you noggers, we runnin over joggers, on my kn-b you will slobber
lil jeezy b run the game like murdoch, you and your team b-tch i’ve never even heard of
the papers will read “porridge gang forever”, dominate the game like a gimp wearing leather
i’ll walk through the storm, never mind the f-cking weather, i live in the holy land but b-tch it ain’t mecca
yung jeezy b sh-t on the game like bangladesh, can’t flex on me cuz b-tch you a untermensch
boutta p-ss the mic to the rest of my f-cking crew, you crusty f-cking dunce, you belong in a d-mn zoo
ear plugs in whenever you rappin, your rhymes are frickin weak and your bars ain’t slappin
[chorus: lil jeezy b]
lil jeezy b don’t run from the coppers, run from the coppers, run from the coppers
lil jeezy b come strapped with 2 choppers, shoutouts to dumstankboi and shout outs to all my cobbers
[verse 2: dumbstankboi]
dumstankboi hit the beat like rihanna, got so much money take a trip to bahamas
no domestic violence i just don’t like rihanna, gold on my wrist same colour as banana
got three kids bought them all from ghana, step to me b-tch and i’ll draw my katana
dumstankboi smoke weed like a chimney, i got no enemies cuz everybody fear me
red dot on your head make you look like a sikh, to the cops b-tch we never ever speak
dumstankboi eat you up like jeff dahmer, commit a lot of crimes but i never gain karma
dumstankboi got medieval armour, i also own a farm where i have 4 llamas
got a lot of fans from canberra to cuba, whenever i go on tour i make a lot of moolah
[chorus: dumbstankboi:
dumstankboi don’t run from the coppers, run from the coppers, run from the coppers
dumstankboi come strapped with 2 choppers, shoutouts to young money and shout outs to all my cobbers
[verse 3: young yung money]
young yung money got gold like a n-z-, never trust a clinton what happened to benghazi?
bomb the whitehouse like a frickin kamikaze, drivin’ to the bank in my gold maserati
flyin’ out to greece just to do my palates, playin’ tf2 gonna toss my jarate
young yung money got flow like the ocean, mixin’ purp with the sprite as if it’s a potion
police comin cuz we causin a commotion, sneakin out back like greeks in the trojan
necklace come gold like my boy bart simpson, when the alb-m drop you know everybody listenin
diamonds so flash in they sun they be glistenin’, lookin so clean like a bottle of listerine
i be makin hits like my name michael jackson, god put me here, we all know you’re an accident
[chorus: all]
porridge gang you know don’t run from the coppers, don’t run from the coppers, don’t run from the coppers
porridge gang you know don’t run from the coppers, don’t run from the coppers, don’t run from the coppers
porridge gang you know come strapped with two choppers, shout outs to big dudes gang and shoutouts to all my cobbers
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