Break The Law lyrics

by

DJ Paul


(Verse: $pec)
They be talkin crazy boy, like what u finna do?
All i know when i see him i pop out and shoot
Close range shots i got blood all on my shoe
Better then your b*tch ass and i’m only new

Stomp Em, stomp em, stomp em, stomp em, stomp em, stomp em, stomp em out
f*ckin’ on your b*tch, i put my di*k up in her f*ckin’ mouth
Why you send your addy? b*tch we finna rob your f*cken house
All they really do is tell, they a f*cken mouse


Shot his ass drop his ass
b*tch you know i’m popping tags
I don’t want that lil hoe man i only want the cash
b*tch you know i’m strapped up like a f*cken polygraph
If u talk down you gon’ end up in a body bag

(Verse: Jeddy)
Yeah, hittin the sh*t
40k on my wrist yeah you know the sh*t
And i’m f*cken hitting it with Diz yeah
Oh sh*t, Oh sh*t, Oh sh*t
Got 5 bands and a f*ckin’ whole rit
Oh, selling rit, selling lit on the f*cking Christmas
Yeah Yeah, you got Pho with his Christmas money yo yo
(Verse: $pec)
My boy silent he a shooter call him Cam Thomas
I’m finna kill you mothef*ckers lil b*tch that’s a promise
And im ballin’ like i’m James Harden on the f*cking rockets
I don’t care only bout the drugs being honest

And it’s 1 to the 2 and to the 3 and to the 4
I’m with my pho and u already know
We be counting bands lil b*tch we be counting dough
And we in the blue room smoking up all these f*ckin’ cones

Diamonds on my motherf*cking necklace
Your b*tch on my motherf*cking checklist
I ain’t on motherf*cking setlist
Yeah u know that it’s reckless

Bags, b*tch i get the cash
Bags, b*tch i get the cash

Stomp em x13

(BREAK THE LAW)
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