Lyrics:
just trust
You been running through my mind
On the regular
Trapped in a frame, call it four by four
I been chasing you
Since walked out the door
In
spills a bucket of suds
Aisle after aisle
My eyes spill two buckets of suds
Like that day she
Slid as a baseball runner would onto the floor Lord
In her
You nose runner i flow cold all year cause
I don't know summer
I know my lines when it comes to clashing
I'm no fluffer i'm in stitches
Bitches claiming
up co-co
I got to tip on the low-low
Bust it there like po-po takin lives with the, oh no
It's a 4-4, mini-missile with a silencer for the whistle
)
夢をデカく描いて (wow oh)
繋いだ手 離さないように (hey hey)
1, 2, 3, 4 ride on time
Everyday diggin, diggin
Step by step
Ha ah, ha ah
Hey!
私を見て 眩しいでしょ
よそ見しないでよ!
Oh, my love is like a seed, baby, just needs time to grow
It's growing stronger day by day, yeah
That's the price you've got to pay
Trust in me,
Lovers, keep on the road you're on
Runners, until the race is run
Soldiers, you've got to soldier on
Sometimes even the right is wrong
They are
Steez wipe a nigga nose like a sneeze
Wearin all carats playin around wit da peas
Yeezy wave runners on my feat cost a fee
Easy bake oven when I’m
a Rover, ducked in them rows meetin' quotas
Shorty bipolar, load her by cock I tried to told ya
When movin' the wrong direction ain't no flesh and then
oh, no
I can't put out the fire
I'm gettin' tired, pour me water (pour me water)
Pour me (pour me)
Pour me water (pour me water)
Pour me more
torchin
No need for you to help me
I can make my own misfortune
I
Don't need money just love
I
Don't need none of the drugs
I
Am not a runner up
I am
a hunter (Yeah)
Up in the hills with my brothers
We need us some woods (Yeah)
We need us a runner (A runner)
I think that we good
We don't need no others (No
her like I'm Pluto, Nah I'm good luv
If da mandem ain't chattin' bout no P's, Then I'm good bruv
Home team or no team, 4ever show my hood love
I never
you that you would be mine
Rockstar Bentley seat mine on recline
Oh damn clutchin' that iron
My 4 pockets swollen
Money so old got mold on it
Money so
done what?
Fool, you think black nigga don't go for no losses
I had ta get rid of my runners so I recruited mo' horses
Down wit neighbourhood bouncers I
with some forks
Remember momma beat my ass because
I wasn't doin' chores balenciaga Runners
I ain't wearin' no more Jordan 4's
I just went and got
confidence fades
Pretending to stand tall but unafeel its guranteed utafail
Attacked by your own thoughts ata ukiwa kwa poster, unafeel ka imposter
P-Tah Tapi
Let me slow it down
So y'all can listen up
We on this track cuz
We the runners up
Ain't no competition
But when they dish em'
Imma eat up
Yuuuuck
These
You listen to me bitch
No, you listen to me bitch
There is only way this is gonna go
You better listen to me bitch
Smoke in the house
I got candies
in the club, let me fuck first
I can tell by your wrist you don't cut work
I be sellin' straight drop
You the type of nigga cut work
Bro just quit his
but I might spaz out
Oh, that's your bitch, she with the gang with her ass out
Smoke a ounce and pour a four, damn, I almost passed out
I know you
it. Oh, oh no.... tape's
rolling! You... tosspot! Anyway! Well in that case, what'ho you lot out there! Hah! Jesus, you heard that
didn't ya? Eh? Well
, oh, no, no (ow)
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no (sing, one, two, three, four
the rhythm on the two's and four's
Live a day that will last a life time
What are we waiting for
Woah oh woah oh woah oh oh
What are we waiting for
Woah oh
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