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lirik lagu mar$hall (dbg) – d.f.w.p

[verse 1: mar$hall]
man, f~ck they be talkin’ about?
i keep me a strap, so you best watch your mouth
the opps be some b~tches, they stuck in the house
glock in the room, i be airin’ it out
lethal weapons, i cannot go without
hundreds on hundreds all in my account
a bag on your head, you be dead not a doubt
ooh, i really be carryin’ sticks
man, this boy a p~ssy, i f~ck on his b~tch
if he want some smoke, then i’m flippin’ the switch
i hang around k!llers, don’t f~ck with no snitch
and the cops tryna stop us and sh~t
i cap really hard, man, i’m gonna admit
man, he must be dumb if he think that i’m b~tch
but i’m still about it so listen to this, hold on

[chorus: mar$hall]
i don’t f~ck with police and they don’t f~ck with me (lil b~tch)
i don’t f~ck with police and they don’t f~ck with me (lil b~tch)
i don’t f~ck with police and they don’t f~ck with me (lil b~tch)
i don’t f~ck with police and they don’t f~ck with me (lil b~tch)

[verse 2: mar$hall]
man, they ain’t rockin’ with me
i keep me a semi
i’m talkin’ my sh~t, so i hope that they hear me (godd~mn)
big glock in my pants, man, i know the opps fear me
i’m booted off molly, so b~tch don’t get near me (nah)
man, this for the k!llers, i hope that they feel me
don’t run up on me, i be sayin’ this clearly (b~tch)
the opps are some f~ggots, i’m sayin’ this queerly (godd~mn)
i’m scary as f~ck, man, i got the opps eerie
b~tch, i got big choppas all in my lap (woo)
hundreds of rounds, man, you boutta get clapped (hoe)
dbg from the a, man, you know where we at (yeah)
and if you try to spin, b~tch, we gonna spin back (b~tch)
and you don’t want nothin’ with that (no)
cause my shooters they reckless, they knock off your hat (boom~bow)
my hitters gon’ k!ll you for this, this or that (bow)
and we spinnin’ on opps, so don’t ask where we at (lil hoe)
i be keepin’ that heat and i get a get it for cheap, i be sellin’ that d by the store (for real)
if you want smoke with me, imma leave you deceased, i got dead bodies all over the floor
man, stop playin’ with me, must’ve heard about me, i really be keepin’ a pole (for real)
and if he think that he clean, on my chop there’s a beam, bullets painted all over that hoe (boom~bow)
man, me and my gang, we don’t follow no rules
f~ck all the cops, i be ridin’ with tools (b~tch)
man, just look at our block, dbg run the spot
so don’t try to play us like some fools
you know what it do
you ain’t think it through
how many bodies, b~tch i got a few
sticky like glue
i be with the crew
takin a poo
choppa go pew, b~tch (what?)
[chorus: mar$hall & bomba]
i don’t f~ck with police and they don’t f~ck with me (lil b~tch)
i don’t f~ck with police and they don’t f~ck with me (lil b~tch)
i don’t f~ck with police and they don’t f~ck with me (lil b~tch)
bomba in this b~tch, n~gga lets go, bruh
i don’t f~ck with police and they don’t f~ck with me (lil b~tch)

[verse 3: bomba]
k!llin’, robbin’, shootin’, shootin’
f~ck the opps, like i was putin
don’t ask what i’m doin’
n~gga, i’m tootin’
n~gga, i’m p~~pin’
we be ’round the block, f~ckin’ all the opps
and watch they bodies drop, while they b~tches give me top
n~gga, i ain’t flexin’, yeah, i been ’bout it
third grade, got away with battery, ’til they found out ’bout it
spin that cash, call up my accountant
this be crazy, how it soundin’
“bomba ass”, nah i was clownin’
cu$tum p~ssy, now i’m preachin’
f~ckin’ p~ssy, now i’m skeetin’
hatin’ n~ggas on the net, tweetin’ that i got a check
they should’ve checked what they was tweetin’, yeah
they be tweakin’
yeah n~gga, just shot that n~gga in the head, got his body leakin’
[chorus: mar$hall]
i don’t f~ck with police and they don’t f~ck with me (lil b~tch)
i don’t f~ck with police and they don’t f~ck with me (lil b~tch)
i don’t f~ck with police and they don’t f~ck with me (lil b~tch)
i don’t f~ck with police and they don’t f~ck with me (lil b~tch)

[outro: mar$hall]
man stop playin’ with us, boy
we really run this motherf~ckin’ city, boy
yeah
drrrrrrrrrrah
drrrrrah da~da~da~da~da~da
yeah, lil b~tch
f~ck the police, hold on, uh
f~ck the police
i respect the police, imma be 100% honest with y’all
this song could not have been more cap
but it was fun as f~ck to make
dbg in this b~tch, man
me and bomba in this b~tch, man
stop f~ckin’ playin’ with us, b~tch
drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr~yu~get~de~te~te~ta~ta

- lirik lagu marhall dbg

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