Lyrics:
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
What kind of player are you? Let's get rich
Run the game with no glitch
Look her in the eye and say, bitch
Analyze the game and tell me why 'cause
I be running cause I run the game
I'm the one where I'm from on my name
Throwing shade showing love's not the same
If they blow up or flop doesn't
deep in my heart, it really could be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say, "Yo shorty black you're buggin' out"
Zulu Nation,
I put in work
She make it twerk
Suck on my shit while I roll up the purp
Giving her all the dick she deserve
Oouu Reesh you the worst
Run it
Run it
(*talking*)
Balling is a habit over here, at Paid In Full
Want you to know that, g'yeah
[Hook - 2x]
Balling is a habit like Jordan, Bird
get eclipsed
And then I star in the movie (LexNour)
Where the underdog leaves the
Wholе game straight confused
You think you rappin' with a
God, you
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
as a tulip
See I can spit some calm words to you, through my two lips
I can have them hollow tips, popping up out them two clips
You pick, don't run up
You better not run
Shots to your stomach
Them bullets like
Ahh
Them bullets like toms
You better not run
Yeah
Ab Man
Them niggas out here
And we do it
Chamillionaire
I'm just a greasy Nigerian
I just might fuck up your feelings, girl
I make you sick like malaria
I do the rub on myself because
I do not fuck
acceptance of how life
Had turned out he was a mentor at AA and NA
And I would go with him to meetings
GQ: When did you start recording?
Frank Ocean: I booked
no fucks, gotta run it up
If you thinkin' I'ma lose then you dumb as fuck
Pop out, drippin' diamonds, ooh, Bentley butter cup
Youngest out my city,
a sanger)
I said my name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap entertainer
(Oh you that guy they talking bout when they be whisperin, ain't cha
Bring your name up
(You done messed up now, Aaron)
Ooh
The game is the game (game)
You wake up, packs gone and they raided you again
Not mad 'cause the game is
and plotting these millions
Yea yousa dime and you so fine and yo body appealing
I'm stuck in this grind and this time i got and worth what you giving
Run it up
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Why these niggas all talk they jus bark
I ain't worried just run up this paper
Had the game game on lock for you
Had the game game on lock for you
Had
his one begotten son (Hail Mary nigga, run quick, see)
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
(What do we have here, now? Do you want to ride
in the air
My car change colors like Chamillionaire (yup)
Necklace, get reckless, if you touch my chain
I put it in the air and bust yo' brain (yup)
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
his one begotten son (Hail Mary nigga, run quick, see)
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
(What do we have here, now? Do you want to ride
California
Run it if you want it
Car so big it's haunted
Car so big it's Tongan
House so big need Kanye lipo
Nikes Off-White like half-time Michael
Him
better than me I'm better than you
If it's on sight I'm ready to go out together like boom alright
I'm done with the games I run with the shame
You run
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