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Woop woop That's the sound of the police Tell me one thing Tell me tell me tell me tell me When did these stitches shit become cool? My little country right now do 8 Because that man know what motherfuckin's wrong Free Vicious T by the way A real gangsta, make sure he's out early My nigga I just gank'd it you rockin' with Police police police... You crazy with feds but you rockin' with the Police police police... Snitchin' on your blood my niggas you's the Po-lice po-lice (Police police police...) Po-lice po-lice (Police police police...) Po-lice po-lice (Police police police...) Fuck the police, fuck the police freakin' heavy Pooh Gutta, I'm nice Before I snitch I'd do life twice They will hate me for this line but out with it (say it) But a nigga couldn't snitch don't sound well Suck my dick Rihanna, it's true why you designa Letras de cancionesIt's dressin' full designer and I'll be off this bitch tomorrow Like I never, ever ever, ever been gone (Celebrate! Who's that?) bitch, my clique Benom Hold up, let's just speak the real Bitch, I ate them dirty birds Got 30 niggas in 30 cars, them boys move 'bout 30 birds Get money, don't make shit Pull straps, no race bitch Straight shots no taste bitch I while out that bank shit Now tell the bitch. What the fuck? Tell the bitch. What the fuck? Tell the bitch. What the fuck? Tell the bitch. What the fuck? Tell the bitch. What the fuck? Tell the bitch. What the fuck? Tell the bitch. What the fuck? My nigga all these gangstas rock with the... Police police police... You crazy with feds but you rockin' with the Police police police... Snitchin' on your blood my niggas you's the Po-lice po-lice (Police police police...) Po-lice po-lice (Police police police...) Po-lice po-lice (Police police police...) Fuck the police, fuck the police freakin' heavy Fuck the 5'er, motherfuck the 5'er Bitch I'm from the east but I bust them boys just like I'm 5 O All black shoes like Cabo, mafioso or Mossado And I got lobsters for my partners and I got choppers for my rivals EST to the death of me, Tyler Band to the left of me All I got is my dick and these bitches suck till they get the rest of me Ain't none of y'all arrested me, free my brother JY And shout out to my city, them boys harder than that yay rock (Hold up!) Fuck these snitches (fuck 'em), I don't know you snitches I was a felon at 14 cause I ain't ride on all you bitches Now I'm free and I got this loud that's yellin' on your bitch's duck And the rhythm blue and I'm rollin' queen and Hellen on you bitches EST. What the fuck? EST. What the fuck? EST. What the fuck? EST. What the fuck? Tell the bitch. Nigga, what the fuck? Tell the bitch. Nigga, what the fuck? Tell the bitch... My nigga all these gangstas rock with the... Police police police... You crazy with feds but you rockin' with the Police police police... Snitchin' on your blood my niggas you's the Po-lice po-lice (Police police police...) Po-lice po-lice (Police police police...) Po-lice po-lice (Police police police...) Fuck the police, fuck the police freakin' heavy From Letras Mania