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• Artiste: GELO.
• Titre: Law N Order
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(Rott) (ThomasM made this beat) Two guns on my hip, this bitch feel like it's Law & Order You know I stay lit, I just rolled up a fucking quarter Demon when I slide, I can't pull up in nothing normal Talking bands, I dropped nine on this drip, fuck dressing formal Two guns on my hip, this bitch feel like it's Law & Order You know I stay lit, I just rolled up a fucking quarter Demon when I slide, I can't pull up in nothing normal Talking bands, I dropped nine on this drip, fuck dressing formal In the strip club, gang flood bands everywhere Nigga scrapin' at my feet, ayy, what the fuck going on here? Scrapin' ones aggressively, bitch, don't touch my hair Fuck nigga slip up, oh, you awoke the wrong bear Bitch, my pipe down, worth eighty thousand, nah, nah, she can't get up off me Your flight mileage over eighty thousand years can't amount to my pockets Bitch nigga, it is what it is, don't like to do no talkin' Fill the room, we drippin' up in here, these bitches in my garments I got sticks all through the crib, I stroll with no lights on Feel like Gotham up in here, but joke with me, I get ya gone I ain't never feelin' scared, pussy shit, I don't condone Least my nina stay with me, that bitch won't leave me alone Two guns on my hip, this bitch feel like it's Law & Order You know I stay lit, I just rolled up a fucking quarter Demon when I slide, I can't pull up in nothing normal Talking bands, I dropped nine on this drip, fuck dressing formal Two guns on my hip, this bitch feel like it's Law & Order You know I stay lit, I just rolled up a fucking quarter Demon when I slide, I can't pull up in nothing normal Talking bands, I dropped nine on this drip, fuck dressing formal Filled with ignorance, can't control my belligerence Save your two cents 'fore niggas have your mural on a fence Western silverbacks, sendin' rounds, movin' vigilant Heavy artillery around, bitch, we militant Bringin' broads in the halls, nigga, I'm playin' billiards Don't associate with rats and nigga, I'm not Willard I don't never tit-for-tat, either leave 'em 'lone or kill 'em Bitch, I'm dancin', two cups filled with 'gnac, still won't spill 'em Don't question me like, "Who that?" I'm that nigga Lil' bitch, turn your TV on and you'll get the bigger picture I ain't even tryna clown, too bad, I'm that nigga Shine and turn the world around, half these niggas can't flicker Two guns on my hip, this bitch feel like it's Law & Order You know I stay lit, I just rolled up a fucking quarter Demon when I slide, I can't pull up in nothing normal Talking bands, I dropped nine on this drip, fuck dressing formal Two guns on my hip, this bitch feel like it's Law & Order (It's Law & Order) You know I stay lit, I just rolled up a fucking quarter (Fucking quarter) Demon when I slide, I can't pull up in nothing normal (Nothing normal) Talking bands, I dropped nine on this drip, fuck dressing formal (Fucking normal)