Lyrics:
with fire bitch
Run away, run away, run away, run away, run away
See what I have is this disease
My people brought over from over the seas
Contracted by
Whoa, run it
Run it
Run it
Whoa
This is what we do
Whoa, run it
Run it
Run it
Yeah
My bitch look like Halle
My bitch look like Kylie
Your
love wit da street life
She caught my kids bout three times
Run down run down get em now
Run down run down touch down
Run down run down glllt bow
Run
Start off feeling nice
You know we do it right
To the right
To the left
To the right
To the left
On this freezing night
Watch Jamaica slide by
Watch
Body twitched from side to side
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got
Run this shit Up with my legs
Run this shit up by myself
If you can't get right you get left
I'ma rain in the three like I'm Steph
Wrist in the bowl
Da Da Da Da
(Hey)
Run Da Da Da Da Da
Run Da Da Da Da Da
(Hey)
Run Da Da Da Da Da
(Hey)
Run Run Run Run
Run Run Run Run
What you gonna do my
a fucking fact you're just another rat
Fiending on your knees for a little bit of cheese bitch please
You mothafucka's don't do shit but your quick to run
the space you can run by the light of lavender Sunset)
Carry me to the dark side of my imagination:
(50 acres of green space!)
Crystal lakes, living life out
it up
I get the bands
And then run it up
Now run it up, now run it up
I hit my dance
And then run it up
Came here to do what you couldn't
I was
(Run, run, run little Billy)
There´s a little girl making eyes at you
(Run, run, run little Billy)
So you better watch, there what you do
(Run, run, run
Talking paper talking numbers run it up
Talking paper talking numbers run it up
I ain't playing I'm the type to run it up
Forget the talk homeboy
say, he said
Vato, you won't believe what I saw
I saw this pack of guys and they act real hard (and what they do?)
They twist their fingers, say,
Run it Run it Up
Okay okayyyyy
Kam got me off of the stoop
Fuck a goof what you boys tryna do
Can't fuck with my flow
Can't fuck with my moves
Can't
Do la da da
Do a do a do a do a
Oh la da da
Do a do a do a
at
While you bustin' caps I drop the (Da Bomb!)
Mmmm now what you gonna do, kid
Where ya gonna run son when I drop the (Da Bomb!)
Mmmm to my bigga niggas
they spreading magazines 'fore they can read one
My glass jar's had a hell of a re-run (la-da-da-da-da-da)
As we proceed son, and I know
Every hood
Born by mistake
This love could turn to hatred
Fine, but I'll try to hold on
Several times
I tried to call your home
The machine was out of answers
, run, run, run, run it up
Whatever you do, make sure you stack it while you run it up
You broke
Go and run it up
Rich
Keep on running up
Pounds
Go
do no frontin
Come with my money
Ion do no frontin
I got da gun
You better run
I got da gun
You better run
I got da gun
You better run
I got da gun
You
it up Run it up
Run it Uppp yea
Dis money can't get enough of it (naw)
Never was da type to be bummy (naw)
I hit cha bae she coming (na)
Shit get real
supposed to do
When I can have any other, but girl, I want you
And tell me what I'm supposed to say
When I tell you I love you but you run away
So stop
on a opp's bitch
I flap my wings fuck around get a opp smoked
Diors on my feet fuck around do the Pop Smoke
Rackets on me nigga run n tell dat
Choppas on me
picture
Take yo hoe and fuck her on the low just like a whisper
Dom Perignon by the pitcher
I used to eat at Crystal's
Nah I'm just lying, I used to meet
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