Veeze - Law N Order lyrics

Karon Vantrees Malcolm

[Veeze - Law N Order lyrics]

Smerf, this yo' beat? Ooh, ooh, ooh
Gang! Ganger! Smerf made this beat

I want blue strips on all the
Paper when I get it (yeah)
I can be off Xans, the backstabs
I don't forget em (yeah)
We ain't going on tour
But we got the bag up in the Sprinter
I knew this shit was gone come just
Like I seen it on the Simpsons
I think I'm seeing demons from beans
And lean that I been sippin' (Eww)
I gotta keep praying to Jesus
I been thinkin' bout leaving a nigga
No matter how mean I am to yo'
Bitch she still won't leave a nigga
I pray for my niggas, they Perc' heads
Got sick codeine addictions
Mind yo' businеss, that ain't my bitch
You seen me with her
Yo' big homie a grown-ass man, to mе
He a infant (Lil'-ass nigga)
Lil'-ass nigga you ain't high like me
You drinking spinach (Broke-ass nigga)
Lil'-ass boy, you don't ball like us, to me
You a scrimmage (For real)
You wanna beat yo' bitch
She playing my song and shaking her ass
(Gang) way before I was rapping
State to state shaking a bag (Gang, Gang)
I don't give a fuck if we
Going to the pearly gates, I'm taking a mag
Mask on in the kitchen while I'm whipping
Scraping the glass
I ain't even in a good mood
Until I take my meds (Take my meds)
I know niggas who throwing Cs
It ain't Chanel (It ain't Chanel)
I got niggas who under the
Five like Jason Kidd
Told lil' bro this a grown man game
It ain't for kids (For real)
Nigga wanna steal this swag
Gotta wait til it go on sale
I don't even like yo' bitch
She made me pay for head (Fuck that bitch)
You ain't never made a twenty
Waitin' on the mail
My lil' nigga black and ugly
Shoot like Tony Snell
Nigga tryna keep up but ain't
Got money for his bail
That lil' bitch broke
I can tell just by her hair and nails
(Look at that bitch)
Lil' nigga you broke as a joke
You funny like Dave Chappelle (Haha)
He swore on God he was gettin' money
Going straight to hell
If the Feds knew what I knew
I'd go straight to jail
I swear yo' bitch think I'm
All that, like I'm Keenan, kel
I mixed his juice
Now his stomach hurtin' like he ate Taco Bell
He live like Meech when he in the
Booth but never made a sale

That nigga lyin', that nigga
Lyin', Smerf, no cap, haha

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