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Str3ss - Fuck the Law (feat. Sixx) Lyrics



Str3ss - Fuck the Law (feat. Sixx) Lyrics




I just hit that bitch from the back
F*cked her raw
Out here in the streets saying muh f*ck the law
Thirty on my waist
Shoot first then talk
Out here in the streets sayin muh f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law

F*ck the cops
If you snitchin then you the motherf*ckin ops, like
Oh my god
I got the dick on me so you best not even start, like
Thirty clip
Shoot through the tissue, your family gon miss you
With the shit
Shoot out like a missle, my bullet might kiss you
Thirty-three shots are about to bust out from my gat
This ain't no f*ckin baseball bat
These bullets will leave you layin down flat
We got a couple of bad bitches steady throwin that fat ass
So good it'll leave you stunned
Every mother f*ckin nut bustin too fast, like
All these hoe's pussy wet when they see me
Slobbin all on my knob
Indian burns on my wee-wee
If you don't believe me
You ought to hear em purr like a kitty
If you wanna initiate, just send a pic of your titties

I just hit that bitch from the back
F*cked her raw
Out here in the streets saying muh f*ck the law
Thirty on my waist
Shoot first then talk
Out here in the streets sayin muh f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law

S-I-double X hoe, middle fingers to the law
F*ck the five-o
I been smokin all day so my mind gone
Shit I'm thinkin every day, leave ya mind blown
We can square up any place. What ya mind on?
Any time, any time zone
I suggest you keep a rifle right next to your Bible
Let me say that shit again!
F*ck the five-o, they my rivals
Perc-y and a xan now I'm leanin like the Eiffel
Don't make me clutch on my pipe hoe
F*ckin right hoe!
Ain't no question or debatin I come from the pines hoe
I'ma hit it from the back
No strings attached
Make the bitch wear a blindfold

I just hit that bitch from the back
F*cked her raw
Out here in the streets saying muh f*ck the law
Thirty on my waist
Shoot first then talk
Out here in the streets sayin muh f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
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I just hit that bitch from the back
F*cked her raw
Out here in the streets saying muh f*ck the law
Thirty on my waist
Shoot first then talk
Out here in the streets sayin muh f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law

F*ck the cops
If you snitchin then you the motherf*ckin ops, like
Oh my god
I got the dick on me so you best not even start, like
Thirty clip
Shoot through the tissue, your family gon miss you
With the shit
Shoot out like a missle, my bullet might kiss you
Thirty-three shots are about to bust out from my gat
This ain't no f*ckin baseball bat
These bullets will leave you layin down flat
We got a couple of bad bitches steady throwin that fat ass
So good it'll leave you stunned
Every mother f*ckin nut bustin too fast, like
All these hoe's pussy wet when they see me
Slobbin all on my knob
Indian burns on my wee-wee
If you don't believe me
You ought to hear em purr like a kitty
If you wanna initiate, just send a pic of your titties

I just hit that bitch from the back
F*cked her raw
Out here in the streets saying muh f*ck the law
Thirty on my waist
Shoot first then talk
Out here in the streets sayin muh f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law

S-I-double X hoe, middle fingers to the law
F*ck the five-o
I been smokin all day so my mind gone
Shit I'm thinkin every day, leave ya mind blown
We can square up any place. What ya mind on?
Any time, any time zone
I suggest you keep a rifle right next to your Bible
Let me say that shit again!
F*ck the five-o, they my rivals
Perc-y and a xan now I'm leanin like the Eiffel
Don't make me clutch on my pipe hoe
F*ckin right hoe!
Ain't no question or debatin I come from the pines hoe
I'ma hit it from the back
No strings attached
Make the bitch wear a blindfold

I just hit that bitch from the back
F*cked her raw
Out here in the streets saying muh f*ck the law
Thirty on my waist
Shoot first then talk
Out here in the streets sayin muh f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
Sayin f*ck the law, f*ck the law, f*ck the law
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Writer: Casey Mosley, Douglas Wilkins
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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