call the police - ferrari ferrell lyrics
[intro]
ha
thugger
who
thugger
[hook](young thug)
no n-gga f-ckin’ with me (with me)
got ya’ b-tch f-ckin’ with me (ling b-tch)
nah’ i never pay for p (no way)
got that b-tch f-ckin’ for free (got her f-ckin’ for free)
never seen that n-gga sellin’ drugs but that n-gga look like he sellin keys (n-gga lookin like he sellin’ keys)
she talkin’ all that sh-t had to break that b-tch down to her knees make her call the police
i f-ck her, i f-ck her, i f-ck her, she yellin, the neighbors they call the police
these n-ggas be snitchin’, they tellin, they actin’ so gangsta but (call the police!)
you n-ggas don’t know about me
i always been a motha f-ckin’ g
that’s why nwa
middle finger out, f-ck the police!
[verse 1] – ferrari ferrell
i always been a n-gga from the block, with the glocks, n-gga ready for the ops (glao)
i see the blue lights i start itchen, god d-mn i’m allergic to cops (itchin boi)
n-ggas be talkin’ that talk, sh-t but when it comes down to, it’s nothin (ling)
i laugh at you haters, cause really my n-gga i’m all about money (racks, racks!)
i’m f-ckin’ you’re sister, she already in but she yellin’ she c-mmin
i’m trickin’ them oo, i’m tricken them b-tches to get in they stomach
she so full of sh-t, i hit it and fix it, she call me the plumber
i f-ck her and leave her, i don’t get her number
they callin me rari, the (?) in commas like
[hook]
no n-gga f-ckin’ with me (with me)
got ya’ b-tch f-ckin’ with me (ling b-tch)
nah’ i never pay for p (no way)
got that b-tch f-ckin’ for free (got her f-ckin’ for free)
never seen that n-gga sellin’ drugs but that n-gga look like he sellin keys (n-gga lookin like he sellin’ keys)
she talkin’ all that sh-t had to break that b-tch down to her knees make her call the police
i f-ck her, i f-ck her, i f-ck her, she yellin, the neighbors they call the police
these n-ggas be snitchin’, they tellin, they actin’ so gangsta but (call the police!)
you n-ggas don’t know about me
i always been a motha f-ckin’ g
that’s why nwa
middle finger out, f-ck the police!
[verse 2] – young thug
f-ck is you talkin’ bout? b-tch you offending me
f-ck n-ggas stealin my swag, bring my sh-t back and start renting) me (oooo)
brr, brr, break a wing off of the bird now it’s leaned on me
now the b-tch wanna depend on me (why)
fingerin these girls that would (?) on me
i just, spent like, 50, bands on my wardrobe, i need me like 2 b-tches
i’m not, talkin’ bout them new blue face hundreds when i say the room full of new b-tches
meanie, minnie, mo, who wanna f-ck on my bro?
whippin’ up doe, how the f-ck do i sleep in the trenches and i hate the poepoe (swoop)
[hook]
no n-gga f-ckin’ with me (with me)
got ya’ b-tch f-ckin’ with me (ling b-tch)
nah’ i never pay for p (no way)
got that b-tch f-ckin’ for free (got her f-ckin’ for free)
never seen that n-gga sellin’ drugs but that n-gga look like he sellin keys (n-gga lookin like he sellin’ keys)
she talkin’ all that sh-t had to break that b-tch down to her knees make her call the police
i f-ck her, i f-ck her, i f-ck her, she yellin, the neighbors they call the police
these n-ggas be snitchin’, they tellin, they actin’ so gangsta but (call the police!)
you n-ggas don’t know about me
i always been a motha f-ckin’ g
that’s why nwa
middle finger out, f-ck the police!
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