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letra de law & order part 2 - luh tyler

[intro: luh tyler]
gang, ayy, man
luh tyler, man
i’m finna, i’m finna just talk some sh-t real quick, man
skee
skee, skee
yeah, man, ayy
yeah, man, this that law & order part 2, n-gga
yeah
gang, ayy
yeah, ayy
[verse 1: luh tyler]
i don’t need a b-tch, the benjamins the only thing i need
i just come up off the head, no, i don’t write, don’t gotta read
i’m with your b-tch, we at the waffle house, yeah, we on tennessee
no, i don’t trap but some of my n-ggas out here servin’ ten a g
you’d think a n-gga freddy kreuger, i be in your b-tch dreams
i’m tryna run that money up, i’m tryna see some big things
this ho keep blowin’ up my phone, but i just let that b-tch ring
i’m tryna stack this money seven feet tall, yao ming
i’m tryna get straight to thе bread, keep on runnin’ up that change
they likе, “who is that? he snappin’,” ask your b-tch, she know my name
she know i’m only chasin’ money, n-gga, i ain’t chasin’ fame
yeah, i just took a trip to cloud nine, yeah, i’m with mary jane
n-gga, i been out the way, yeah i been in the studio
i don’t know if i want jayda wayda or a rubi rose
i think this b-tch different, she ain’t nothin’ like them other hoes
brown skin, she bad as f-ck, i told that b-tch to strike a pose
i’m in tallahassee, fsu, i’m with the seminoles
man, these jits be hatin’ on me, swear that sh-t be gettin’ old
florida jit, don’t want no diamonds, you know i just want the golds
if you rockin’, then i’m rollin’, n-gga, i can’t break the code
no, i can’t break the code, but i can take your b-tch and break her spine
this a classy ho, this b-tch got me outside drinkin’ wine
i’m with mary jane, i’m in the trees, i’m swingin’ through the vine
n-gga, feelin’ just like tony hawk, i’m steady on the grind
she like, “d-mn, tyler got the sauce, that n-gga got the juice”
i don’t like a ratchet ho, i like a b-tch that keep it cute
i be steady paper chasin’, out here gettin’ to the loot
you’d think that boy was in a jet, the way he sn-tch off in that coupe
i’m in the coupe with mary jane, i’m headed straight to outer sp-ce
you won’t catch me in the mix, oh no, luh tyler out the way
boy, you need to watch your b-tch, i see your ho be on my page
i’m just tryna get a buck, a n-gga feel like tampa bay
this a bad skinny chick, this ho look just like coi leray
i’m tryna run this money up so i can pull up in a wraith
man, these n-ggas tryna catch my drift, they tryna ride my wave
i won’t buy a b-tch a ring, but she can get some chick-fil-a
i won’t buy a b-tch a ring, but she can get a 4 for 4
i ain’t focused on a b-tch, you know i’m focused on the dough
i can’t wait to rock the stage, no, i can’t wait to kick the door
d-mn, luh tyler, you be snappin’ back-to-back, i’m in that mode
they like, “d-mn, this n-gga snappin’, man, this n-gga goin’ crazy”
i’m tryna pull up in that big body benz, yeah, that mercedes
see luh tyler on the scene, boy, you better hide your lady
i had slide up on a n-gga b-tch quick, just like some gravy
i told your b-tch that i’m a dawg, n-gga, i ain’t talkin’ scooby
i’m finna crank up on the beat, oh yeah, a n-gga feelin’ groovy
this b-tch got an attitude, this ho be always actin’ moody
no, this ain’t no jayda wayda, this right here big booty judy (gang)
[interlude: luh tyler & 50jittsteppa]
ayy, boy you know i had to get on this b-tch
n-gga ran this, slaps
look

[verse 2: 50jittsteppa]
i ain’t f-ckin’ with lil’ mama ’cause that b-tch done been a groupie
wanna f-ck the gang, i told her come and shoot a movie
bro say she a freaky ho, gon’ put that d-ck all in her face
had to tell her chill, i got too many hoes, don’t call me bae
my n-ggas locked up doin’ time, so i been stayin’ out the way
i don’t wanna talk, gon’ do ’em nasty, b-tch, i love to spray
you ain’t no gangsta, take your ass to church, lil’ bruh, you better pray
you bend that corner and see jit, you better turn the other way
don’t come here playin’ ’cause we got chops and they’ll send you outer sp-ce
he had a pole but ain’t bust back, he shoulda did, that boy a play
i got this groupie cougar b-tch, she still on section eight
i’m the same age as her daughter, but i’m f-ckin’ every day
i keep that pistol, plus i’m high, you think i care ’bout what you say?
catch a opp and run down on him, do him nasty with the k
these n-ggas p-ssy and they hoes, so tell ’em stay from ’round my way
catch him loafin’, i’m gon’ blow, gon’ send them b-tches through his face
them 308s gon’ rip his spine
burn him up, we slangin’ iron
n-ggas hoes and they ain’t out the door, so tell ’em pop outside
my uncle told me, “don’t be lackin’, boy, you better keep your iron”
[outro: 50jittsteppa]
that’s on the guys
dumbass n-gga

- luh tyler

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