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president t - i don't care bout the law (original version) lyrics

[intro: president t]
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: president t and milli major]
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
don’t run it up, try run up your gums
man might send for a hundred guns
have a hundred youngers surround your mum’s
pop pop pop off off, pop off for fun
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: president t and milli major]
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
do what i want, say no more
blud, i don’t really care ’bout the law (what)
i don’t really care ’bout the law (what)
i don’t really care ’bout the law
do what i want, say no more
blud, i don’t really care ’bout the law (yeah)
i don’t really care ’bout the law
i don’t really care ’bout the law

[verse 2: president t and milli major]
so you wanna be the man with the grub?
can you handle it blud?
when you’re laying in a ambulance blud?
or in jail cos your man f-cked up?
yeah, you will gun bucked up
don’t be a pussy-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
talk to my fist, it don’t care ’bout your face
talk to my goons, they don’t care where you stay (x2)
i was in a two point four, cutting up raw
they were like, ‘prez, are you sure?’

[verse 3: president t and milli major]
i don’t care ’bout the law
man just licked off bare breh’s door
finished the plug and opened him up
that’s why he ain’t even here no more
don’t think that 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 (guns, 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’d 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

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

[outro]
i don’t really care about the law
i don’t really care about the law
i don’t really care about
i don’t really care about
i don’t really care about
i don’t really care about
i don’t really care about the law
i don’t really care about the law
i don’t really care about
i don’t really care about
i don’t really care about
i don’t really care about
i don’t really care about the law
i don’t really care about the law
i don’t really care about the law
i don’t really care about
i don’t really care about
i don’t really care about the law
i don’t really care about the law
i don’t really care about the law](x2)

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