Laws

Big Homiie G, Yung Dee

[Intro]
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Woah (Woah, let's go)

[Verse 1]
I don't really know why niggas hate (I don't know)
Wanna see me, bae, book you a date (Book you a date)
Fuck wanna fuck, so I flew her to Vegas (Phume)
Put the dick in her mouth, made her ate it (Made her ate it)
Put the dick in her mouth, made her ate it (Made her ate it)
Told her take off her clothes, get naked (Get naked)
I be poppin' these Percs 'cause my soul achin'
I don't want relation with no lady
When I hit hеr from the back, she say, "Oh, baby"
At that, drop her off at a location
I'm not duckin' no smokе, I stay with fire (Fire)
Niggas tryna reach out and apologize (No)
Chopper turn that lil' boy to a smaller size (Woo)
I don't wanna talk to him, I don't compromise (Woah)
I don't how to stop at a yield sign (I don't know)
All I know is to kill when it come to mine (Baow)
Got a Glock on me under this VLONE ('LONE)
Get the word out, get him, he ain't take long (He ain't take long)
Ten grand, bust down a AP band (Band)
Nigga hate on me, really my fan (Fan)
All my opps really wanna shake hands (What?)
But, no (No), I could never (Never)
Fifteen hundred (Hundred) for a sweater (Sweater)
I won't chase her (Chase her), I won't sweat her (Woah)
Told my new bitch make it better
Suck my dick, don't lie to me never (Nah)
If I get locked up, better write me letters (Better write me letters)
Accept my calls and all (And all)
You can fuck off how you want to, don't fuck my dogs at all (Don't do that)
'Cause all my niggas rich, you my bitch, that shit come with laws (With laws, woah)

[Refrain]
That shit come with laws (With laws)
All my niggas rich, you my bitch, that shit come with laws (With laws, woah)
Yeah, that shit come with laws (Laws)
All my niggas rich, you my bitch, that shit come with laws (Woah)

[Verse 2]
I said I was done, I doubled back (Back)
I did it for fun, I ain't want the cat (I ain't want it)
Put the bitch at the door with the doormat ('Mat)
I'm sprayin' these hundreds to bring Shiesty back (Free Shiesty)
He say he shot at us, I ain't know that (I ain't know that)
We gon' zip him up, pop us some Moët (Moët)
We gon' throw us a party on him
Free my youngin, they tryna put the body on him, damn

[Outro]
That shit come with laws
You better not talk at all, lil' dog, 'cause that shit come with laws
That shit come with laws
I ain't worried 'bout him talkin' at all 'cause he know that shit come with laws

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