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can't hear you now - thf lil law lyrics

[intro]
i wasn’t even gon’ talk ’bout layin’ the belt or nothin’, so i ain’t gon’ talk ’bout it anymore (vaze on the track, boy)
thf or death
i don’t know, f*ck the law

[chorus]
remember everything you said, but, d*mn, i can’t hear you now (shh)
twenty bands in these amiri pants, i’m way up off that ground
n*gga play with you, it’s up, they play with us, this sh*t go down (frr)
he went on the opps’ sh*t mad as f*ck, he came back with a smile, he cracked somethin’ down
yeah, they play my sh*t, ain’t no snitchin’, b*tchin’, i get wild (you know that)
and the car i’m in is stolen, don’t give no f*ck, a hundred thou’ (a hundred thou’)
got two hoes on the same line, they tryna hit me at thе same time (yeah)
onе of them don’t even ‘posed talkin’ to me period, she ‘posed to be one of the guy’s

[verse]
nah, i ain’t sparin’ no freak, you know how it go, if she go, you can do it to me
if you could f*ck my b*tch to look like l.a. ’cause n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me
i just be keepin’ it c, not p ’cause i always run from police (f*ck 12)
too many glocks, i put my lil’ sister in the car, she like, “why you need this on the seat?” (why you need this back here?)
i had to give her a couple hundreds like, “keep this between you and me
your brother too deep in the streets, he sent a few n*ggas to jesus
he took a few n*ggas for paper, he sh*t on his haters
he threw for his family, he reach for his partners and sh*t
a n*gga play, he send ’em right back to jesus”
don’t need one, so give me a reason
i swear i’m a god, but sometimes i turn to a devil and demon
i let him cap on the ‘net, you know that it’s that whenever i happen to see him, but that’s when i happen to see him
right now, i’m sittin’ on my phone, i’m waitin’ on the sack, i’m trackin’ my pack through the mail
i get them ‘bows gone as soon as i touch ’em, as long as i like how they smell
n*ggas gon’ hate, but so what? smurk like the bulletproof, hit the opps’ sh*t doin’ donuts (skrrt)
this drac’ gon’ bag a n*gga up, same second, he think that he pushin’ up on us
n*ggas, they know me, i used to put my mask on way before the corona
mention me in your track, you better not never lack, i’m puttin’ them handlers up on you
question who? none of mines, they gon’ ride, them n*ggas got mouths up on ’em
that’s your lil’ b*tch? you lucky i ain’t diggin’ in her, i just get the mouth up on her
he a big rapper, might go federal clappin’, we just gon’ patch up his homies
he a big trapper, had a lil’ heart for the n*gga, left half a zip when i wrapped him
[chorus]
remember everything you said, but, d*mn, i can’t hear you now (shh)
twenty bands in these amiri pants, i’m way up off that ground
n*gga play with you, it’s up, they play with us, this sh*t go down
he went on the opps’ sh*t mad as f*ck, he came back with a smile, he cracked somethin’ down
yeah, they play my sh*t, ain’t no snitchin’, b*tchin’, i get wild
and the car i’m in is stolen, don’t give no f*ck, a hundred thou’
got two hoes on the same line, they tryna hit me at the same time
one of them don’t even ‘posed talkin’ to me period, she ‘posed to be one of the guy’s

- thf lil law lyrics

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