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president t – i don’t care bout the law (gtetd version) lyrics

[intro]
yeah
war dem boy, me a war dem boy
man want to talk grease
done tell ya already
only bunshot me a buss
what it means is
i’m carrying the ting from now on
i’m not respecting no-one
done tell ya already
b-mbahole (spooky)

[verse 1]
sometimes i wonder why half these grime mcs are talking stuff
caught him slipping, never heard anybody talking tough
draw for the colt, they’ll be like “i swear, n-body’s talking rough”
now that i roll with my girl on my waist, and i ain’t talking buff
entered the room, and when i came in, everybody said ‘boom’
but it ain’t sonic, call it a double, and i ain’t talking tonic
nah, please don’t think that it’s calm, please don’t think that it’s cool
you don’t think that i’m always strapped? must be a fool

[hook](x2)
straps, i will always carry them
i don’t really care ’bout the law (feds)
i don’t really care ’bout the law (jail)
where do you come from? behind the door
shanks, i will always carry them
i don’t really care ’bout the law (feds)
i don’t really care ’bout the law (jail)
drive-by shooting, four by four

[verse 2]
if you see two three grins, don’t get it twisted – i know man that will bark off chins
when i say next of, they all know, that i ain’t talking kins
you will gun bucked up
don’t be a p-ssy-hole, stand up for your rights, don’t let a pagan knock off your lights
gunshot straight to the chest if i hear badboy talk, on phones or mics
please don’t think, that i’m picking up a stripe
but i don’t mean that i really care about the law
talk to the sole of my shoes, they don’t really care about your door
i was in a 2.4, cutting up raw, they were like, “prez, are you sure?”

[verse 3]
one two three subliminals yeah, over the set
“i think you’re wrong prez, want know why? they’re only talking over the net”
don’t think i won’t turn up to your aunt’s
won’t get a bly, won’t get a chance
look out the window, won’t get a glance (gun straps)
don’t think i won’t turn up to your gran’s, barking shots in the crowd – but i ain’t shooting my fans
“prez, why you keep f-cking up plans?”
if i see rocks or cans, i swear, you will see pots and pans
turn this spot into grands, k!ll off k!lly with my bare hands

[outro]
i don’t really care ’bout the law
i don’t really care ’bout the law
i don’t really care ’bout
i don’t really care ’bout
i don’t really care ’bout
i don’t really care ’bout
i don’t really care ’bout the law
i don’t really care ’bout the law
i don’t really care ’bout
i don’t really care ’bout
i don’t really care ’bout
i don’t really care ’bout
i don’t really care ’bout the law
i don’t really care ’bout the law
i don’t really care ’bout the law
i don’t really care ’bout
i don’t really care ’bout
i don’t really care ’bout the law
i don’t really care ’bout the law
i don’t really care ’bout the law

- president t lyrics

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