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C.O.P letra


Put your hand on the wheel
My hands on the wheel, right here
Set your phone down in the ground
I have to record this
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (run, run, run, run)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (run, run, run, run)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (run, run, run)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (run, run, run, run)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (run, run, run)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (run, run, run, run)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh, run, run, run, run)

Back once again with top dollar, my friend
Real-ass nigga, I'm not for the pretend
All my haters is calling, they trying to make their amends
If I see them, I'll rob them and take them up out their trendy clothes
They're 'posed to be posing like they are hoes, I suppose
Meanwhile, I'm keeping it ten toes
I'm militant, the way I be steppin' like ten fold
The only words that ever can scare me is 10-4
Okay, fuck a cop, fuck a Poppa Doc, fuck everything
B-Rabbit on the mic, comin' with a heavy swing
Motion picture, make a movie with the stick
Hide the strap after I empty out the clip
Officer Johnson, why are you on my Johnson?
Patting me down like you like to touch my dick
I better be calm before this white boy flip
In a new Slick Rick like the cops shot the kid

Got me running over and over again (run, run, run, run)
Over and over a– (run, run)
Got me running over and over again (run, run, run, run)
Over and over a– (run, run)

Yeah, yeah, uh
Fuck what you think, I'm about to step up on the scene
Me, myself with no team, a dollar and a dream
Bitch, I'm like a rock to a fiend
The type to get you straight with the lean
No matter why my PO checking on the P's
They make it very clear that they'll never trust me
I don't give a fuck what they say or they think
'Cause I'ma switch the cup every time they even blink
I-I got kicked out of five high schools in four years
Had my mama in court rooms and shedding tears
Commissary on cell blocks dodging the opps
So now you can see why I really love the cops, ha
And I love the judge too and the DA
Every time they try to judge you
Sike, let me tell the truth
Middle finger to the courts screaming fuck–

Got me running over and over again (run)
Over and over a– (run, run)
Got me running over and over again (run, run, run, run)
Over and over a– (run, run)

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