Lyrics:
And when you love me, don't grab me by the buns
'Cause I got a bad case of the runs
I got the runs, I got the runs
Single every single day
Do it every
And when you love me, don't grab me by the buns
'Cause I got a bad case of the runs
I got the runs, I got the runs
Single every single day
Do it every
you're growin' an extra chromosome.
And when you grab me,
Don't grab me by the buns
'Cause I got a bad case of the runs.
I got the runs
I got the runs
a Freeband bandit
This paper comin' to me twenty-four hours, I can't go to sleep
I know the power of a dollar, tote fifty rounds at least
Uh, she know I get
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album
Then you better show me
Come 'on and get to know me
And then you will find that I want you
And feel the same
We ought to be sure I know by now
But
babies on the way from two different ladies
That I knew back then way before I was famous
I was gettin' my dick sucked by Tierra and my mama told them
I
I got PTSD and it shows I've been healing tryna let it go
Got a deeper hurting in my soul Got me speeding, swerving down the road
Fake a smile
trifle for the gold
They only really on me for the paper, the paper
Don't mind the fakers or haters, they rate us
Brick by brick
I be laying it
Flipping
Been feeling lonely lately
It's something I feel daily
So I guess I'll speak plainly
I want you here by my side
You bring the best out of me
I'm sure
Whole Team finna roll off
We can Talk on the way
Quarterback through a touch down
Catch me in the
Real time and i tap'd in
Gold link and i tap'd in
love
Mama praying for us my papa working for Paul
Papa, mama i hate to see them fighting trying na divorce
Oluwa show me the way i don't wanna be lost
I
that there was truth in all I always been told
Because you can't judge a book by its cover
And everything that's shinin' sure isn't gold
Yes I guess I'm
a gold digger degree she must've studied for that
Wanted me to get her a mansion with a truck in the back
Flood her with ice 'til a nigga like honey
Am just tryna be free
When em chains turn gold
Then I'll know that am free
When I got that bread then I'll know that am free
Better show the kid love
a great boy and what would folks say
To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day in such a daft way
Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was
Yea
Fa show
Yeaa
Fa show
Yea
Fa show
You better whisper that shit
Fa show
Fa show
Fa show
Yea
Im so fed
All way up my arm
I can spread these racks up
the waste of space that I was then,
I'll never dare to show my face again, again, again, again,
You saw the worst of me, I made you hurt,
cgain, again,
it yeah uh
And if you wanna blame it on me that’s cool my heart growing way cold
Girl my intentions for you were as pure as Gold
I guess you’ll find
catch them by themself outside
No they don't know what to do
It's that uptown slinger been all through the ringer
Anybody judging me they get the middle
epinephrine in vein, I came a long long way from minimum wage
Hood on my back like a venomous snake
If you ain't got me all over ya shuffle it's been a mistake
him me smile
We ain't bullshitting
We ain't even messing around
I don't want your money
I don't need your fame
We don't need nothing that you claim
I got bills to pay
what more can I say
I got......
Moves to make places to go people to see, so wake and bake pimp the sheep gon have to count me
did me justice
I can see you wanna drop your panties for The Phoenix
But the shows sold out you need another booking
You can tell it's A list by the way
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