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thf lil law – locking shit down كلمات اغاني

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[intro]
(horridrunitup)
ayy, i’m one of the handlers, man, f_ck the law
we layin’ belt, y’all know that now

[chorus]
came in this game lockin’ sh_t down, all that playin’ and sh_t i ain’t do
yeah, when sh_t get took in the ‘raq, who they call for it back? go ‘head, tell the truth
yeah, f_ck the law came in lootin’ and sh_t, they tryna find somethin’ to do with dude
yeah, had a sit down with the label and they dropped the cash, the opps, they screwed
yeah, i really got in my depth of my bag and sh_t, i can brag and sh_t
yeah, f_ck i look like goin’ back to the bottom and dealin’ with havin’ sh_t?
yeah, he play with me knowin’ that i’m really a problem, i laid in his grass with a switch
once this b_tch go off, you can’t get away, don’t even try to run and sh_t

[verse 1]
yeah, cut off the controller stick, ain’t ’bout to play with no n_gga or b_tch
popped out the dip, f_cked a n_gga up, in a few days, comin’ back through this b_tch
that n_gga say that he f_ckin’ with us, you must check his nose, that n_gga done sniffed
and i’m tired of screamin’, “free all the bros,” i’m wishin’ them n_ggas was here
soon as they call the phone, i’m turnin’ ’em up, i’m like, “bro, listen to this”
i get to beatin’ her out, i’m poundin’ her down, she get to screamin’ and sh_t
i’m really holdin’ ’em down and know how it go, n_gga, they made me sit in that b_tch
goofy_ass n_gga tryna keep up with me, but i’m in the track’, this b_tch got a kick
i lose the d_cks in every high_speed, when i hit the gas, the b_tch gon’ get
i threw my music right to the streets, they grab my sh_t like, “law, this sick”
and i go savage for cash, the labels, yeah, they wanna grab me, it’s [?] like this
and i don’t give no f_ck ’bout no grammy, as long my brother ‘nem happy and gettin’ them packages in
n_ggas had left, i stayed down, i got this sh_t right, what i actually did
nah, i ain’t one of them, period, i got the strap in the gallery joggin’ pants
nah, i ain’t playin’ and i’ma spin, and blow like a ceilin’ fan
n_ggas, they went out bad, n_ggas, they went out sad, i’m on that
n_gga, go ask did i f_ck on his ho while he go down
yeah, when i was done, i went on the run and made her f_ck foenem
my opps, they ain’t on nothin’, they be uppin’ guns, but they do not blow them
i ran up my funds and bought some more guns, it’s nothin’, n_gga, we can throw down
yeah, i got some more rounds
[chorus]
came in this game lockin’ sh_t down, all that playin’ and sh_t i ain’t do
yeah, when sh_t get took in the ‘raq, who they call for it back? go ‘head, tell the truth
yeah, f_ck the law came in lootin’ and sh_t, they tryna find somethin’ to do with dude
yeah, had a sit down with the label and they dropped the cash, the opps, they screwed
yeah, i really got in my depth of my bag and sh_t, i can brag and sh_t
yeah, f_ck i look like goin’ back to the bottom and dealin’ with havin’ sh_t?
yeah, he play with me knowin’ that i’m really a problem, i laid in his grass with a switch
once this b_tch go off, you can’t get away, don’t even try to run and sh_t

[verse 2]
yeah, i came in the game, these n_ggas be lame, they dissin’ the gang, they dyin’
i’m really one of them n_ggas who speak for the trenches, i ain’t told a lie in one rhyme
guys be askin’ me, “law, what the f_ck is you doin’? why you in this car tryna slide?
we already know that you with it, but you in position where could take out all the guys”

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