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Violation Lyrics - Artist : LPB Poody
They askin how you doin'
Well let me break it down to you Michael Phelps shit, fell inside that water like a scuba Lil Quin came home, yeah, they released another shooter Give a nigga nightmares callin' Quin "Freddy Krueger" His head hotter than a bitch, might have to throw him in the cooler No, we don't ride in ubers bitch I'd rather pull up in a scooter Choppa come from Cuba Like I'm a handgun recruiter Beefin' on the internet He only talk on the computer We got pistols on that plan We be clutchin' on that Delta Any man never need a gang or a helper [?] marching band like I've always been a stepper I'll send my wolf just to blow down your shelter These niggas playin' hide and seek Why they dodging me? Took the game up outta reef My nigga shot a 3 Niggas screaming that it's beef Why it gotta be? Call that boy Miami Heat Nobody hot as me Repenting for my sins I know karma out to get me These niggas ain't my friends just like Calboy yeah they envy Roll a dutch smoke another opp an' put em 6 ft Calculating all the other blunts it's one too many Give his ass a shot no liquor ain't talking Remy No, we not scared of nobody, no we don't fear any Probation's just a word I'm still clutching the semi Take a nigga bitch and feel her out so we can jimmy Strip her butt naked, I want ass out and titties Hell nah Johnny, just chill bro, you tripping Lean in my cup so don't ask what I be sipping Robbing was a hobby, killing niggas is addicting Like a water park we gon' slide if he slipping Sneak dissing, niggas getting killed and end up missing So, if it ain't direct, please, don't put me in your mentions I done lost my mind, so much shit I be forgetting But now I'm on another level, this shit can't get no better Like what to do with all this cheddar, make it rain like the weather Gave a Glock to my lil steppa, no we don't clutch Beretta Flyer than a fucking feather, got my crew [?] Like whachu wanna do we can take it we ain't playing fair Glocks got extensions like a bitch with some baby hair Never been a stingy type of nigga I was known to share You catch me with two Glocks yeah I got one to spare Put a nigga ass in a seat give that boy a chair Presidential stick hit his ass he need Obamacare Knock a nigga out his britches, right out his underwear Tryna swim with them sharks, they'll take you under there Thinking of a master plan just to get up out these streets Niggas creep tryna pull you down just to keep a G But Imma eat got up off my ass no I can't be a leech So I'm just playing in the sand cuz they said life a beach |
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