Domestic Policy
Pablo & Chainz
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(Jonez) Yea We really in the city with it man (Chainz) Trinibad ting (Forreal) Money Ave This is ave shit nigga Bare head get buss M.A I’ll take that M.A Ave Way We don’t play for fun nigga we just play for keeps (Keeps) Niggas getting money bitches stuffing up they cheeks (Cheeks) We would smoke you by the creek while we smoking by da creek Niggas die for they chain cause flossing ain’t cheap I see gold on your body, ill lay a nigga down in his crib like his baby going to sleep (Shh) A youngin walking on the block looking like I caught a lick Selling mad shits I don’t got a whip Red on my eyes but I stay with em crips I serve and I split (C-Thug) I swerve like I’m sick I put his face down on the curb and stomp like I’m sick Same money different day Counting chips in the shade Different clips flying at a nigga head like he done caught a fade Any nigga wanna do they work (work) I sold mad shit to be a hustler in the trades I got dreads locked like a nigga got braids Niggas getting shot every day even shot in the day (In the day) F*ck the nighttime niggas get shot for some fame I pray for my peoples got me feeling like I’m Jesus (Uh) Keeping it 100 since I was coming out the fetus (Uh) I was moving out the ya no Yeezus They wanna defeat us I say we all hustle are own way by the way talk man check it, they all beneath us (Uh) Talking hard shit coming off as he’s callous I got a star inside me carrying a nine blued out like a cowboy from Dallas (True) I don’t flaunt on niggas cause I know they get jealous (Uh) Plugs on every corner like they wired up with Telus I don’t like fellas (Ion like em) I don’t like hoes (Ion like em) I don’t like people man that’s something we know I’ll scream murdaa when I’m flying with my crows Calling on Jah free up my bros (Free up) Free up my cros Some get money niggas and we stand behind the chrome (Free SP) Put it to your dome Put a man down in his home Or on his own strip (Own Strip) In the studio, different place same nigga full clip (Full clip) I don’t care where ill still run a nigga pocket They know I’m a hot head He fend for his gang so I fucked around and shot him Fiends drug copping Wops pill popping These niggas say they hard but they softer than cotton So staying in the west no its not Compton Gang banging and I’m robbing I’ll run a nigga down in Timbs and some robins Red sight is all I see so all I see are robins Tracks in your ear even opps heads bobbing Test me a nigga put the clip to your noggin (Put em up) You to me is like bogs to some ganja I only got love for my woes and my momma We putting ave on the map with all of its monsters I live by it die by this, its death before dishonour Ave They went and killed pops, how the f*ck I’m ‘pose to live Now I’m walking round with two pumps, a glizzy, a dirty stick A tec, who want all this dub I’ll let it rub If it jams, then that special .38 gone have to spin Just wanna hit a nigga And f*ck I gotta lie for Caught that nigga slipping now that nigga gotta die tho Shoot em through his head let his brain creep out his eye hole I ain’t really rapping just dry snitching on the down-low (Shhh) If u really know me you know glizzy never gets cold (How) I just want the bread on your head, its some simple I ain’t really evil, but in me too many people One nick named smilez, if he catch u he deceitful But keep that on the down-low Trini niggas on the go Riding round with big cro who nickname Virgil with the blow He ain’t tryna rap, he tryna get it on the go Got some killa niggas who stay ready when I go Heavy hitters with me they ain’t liking how we get it They ain’t really jealous, they just miss it how we kicked it Heard about a walking body went to go and get it Now I hear about a walking body, I ain’t really with it Tryna stack my paper up to touch the fucking ceiling And I pray to God I see the day I make a couple billions (One day man) The director of this shit, my film crew ready for that action Who stay creeping on my block, I’m gripping if you passing (Don’t pass) Wait hold the f*ck up nigga Who u think u caught lacking, put the trunk up nigga If I ain’t really with that action, why u stuck up nigga This our domestic policy and I stay roughed up nigga F*ck u thought bro (F*ck u thought bro) You a dumb hoe (You a dumb hoe) I got some big ass gold chains with no rocks though (With no rocks hoe) I got a pound and a glizzy cause I love dope (Cause I love dope) And I stay smoking on the green, come sniff my iPhone (Come sniff my iPhone ) You hear these lines though (You hear these lines though) Don’t buck no lines hoe (Don’t buck no lines hoe) Gotta stay ready for the casket, look the lineup (Look the lineup) I wear designer (I wear designer) I’m looking finer (I’m looking finer) If I stay ready, won’t get ready when they find us (When they find us) Hm (Jonez) Y’heard Keep that
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Written by: Pablo & Chainz, Paul-Elvis Roberts
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