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young rocket - fucc the law lyrics

intro :

ayye let that sh+t ride tav

man see look
yall n+ggas think yall been buckin
n+gga i been buckin for real like
im finna get into that sh+t though

(chorus):
i said f+ck the law
judge can’t give me orders
ain’t sposed leave georgia
but im posted in florida
my b+tch so spoiled
she gone wine if i leave
i step like a lineman
so b+tch grab yo cleats
if i cash out at vickys
can you keep a secret
i make all these hoes fall
i just changed the season
i gave her a 20
and bought her some cleavage
i can’t wife a b+tch
shе gave me a reason
cashеd out at lenox
and bought me a feature
i gotta be careful
cuz i’m still a artist
if a n+gga walk down
im gone hit my target
32 shots out the carbine
im sparkin
cross me out im walkin
i gotta white chalk em
my shooters don’t miss
cuz they drill sh+t often
one false move
now his ass in the coffin
i just poured a duece
even though i ain’t coughin
(verse):
sippin mud at starbucks
i don’t drink coffee
my partna take pills
he just popped a blue dolphin
his nerves real bad
so he hate when you stall em
his dumbass broke the phone
cus the plug kept calling
you won’t see me cry
but i keep on ballin
when yo b+tch smell my scent
panties keep on fallin
the way that i grind
tony keep on hawkin
put a beam on yo ass
bullets keep on stalkin
ima swipe these ccs
numbers keep on droppin
bought my b+tch some new shein
cuz i feel like charlie
if she don’t get her way
she gone wine like a toddler
she callin me daddy
but im not the father
i get too high
like luke skywalker
my pockets be flooded wit cheese
f+ck a wallet
these knots too big
can’t fit in my pockets
my granny want sick
when she went wit to the doctor
she walk out wit scripts
fa them xanax and oxies
ran up a profit
without a deposit
i can’t say too much
cuz them people be watching
me and my n+ggas
we gone have a kickback
put you on a shirt
now you n+ggas can’t spin back
if its me vs you
then that sh+t is a mismatxh
i ca call on my glock
he gone pullup like dispatch
(chorus)
i said f+ck the law
judge can’t give me orders
ain’t sposed leave georgia
but im posted in florida
my b+tch so spoiled
she gone wine if i leave
i step like a lineman
so b+tch grab yo cleats
if i cash out at vickys
can you keep a secret
i make all these hoes fall
i just changed the season
i gave her a 20
and bought her some cleavage
i can’t wife a b+tch
she gave me a reason
cashed out at lenox
and bought me a feature
i gotta be careful
cuz i’m still a artist
if a n+gga walk down
im gone hit my target
32 shots out the carbine
im sparkin
cross me out i gotta walk em
i white chalk em
my shooters don’t miss
cuz they drill sh+t often
one false move
now his ass in the coffin
i just poured a duece
even though i ain’t coughin
(verse):
if a n+gga want smoke
we gone have a kickback
the tip of these bullets
be red like some blistex
im feelin some pressure
then gon head and blitz that
i stay with a sack in my pocket
like quarter backs
if i take yo sack
you can’t get yo quarter back
i did yo ass dirty
like clothes at the laundry mat
say you got a problem
im real good at solving that
put some bread on yo head
knock the dust off yo starter cap
since this n+gga want diss me
we gone have alla that
they gone pour up fa you
ima ask where yo bottle at
these n+ggas too funny
im talkin like chris tucker
you been smokin my sh+t
im talkin like chris tucker
all the hoes love me
im talkin like chris brother
a n+gga been ballin
im talkin like chris rucker
boy fix yo face
this sh+t it get ugly
she like how i do ha
this sh+t disgusting

- young rocket lyrics

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