Lyrics:
run it, who run it, who run it
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all mouth
'Cause the first hater to step, the first hater gettin'
to kill with a smoking gun (with a smoking gun)
Yo Shawty is courageous
Going through the stages
Of where her body is more mature
Than her age is
Far
And you might get shot (get shot)
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
You could (fall to your death death) be the first to feel the heat
To see
nothing
Another body we dumping
Cut up the ashes; we snuffing
Pull out the saw cause we buzzing
Run it til blood ceases pumping
(Kill em all, kill em
(verse 1)
Sadly christine
Tears on her martini
Hooked up with a guy
And fell into a lie
(verse 2)
But the scene is burst
Till the hope came first
I’m a beast (Yeah)
I’m a beast
Imma show y’all what I mean
Imma kill everything (Aye)
I’m a beast (Yeah)
I’m a beast
Imma show y’all what I mean
Imma
(Don't kill my
Don't kill my
Yeah Yeah
Don't kill my
Don't kill my vibe yeah
Don't kill my)
(Look)
I’ve been drinking my soul away
Pray to god for
Thank God for the first nigga started trapping
Thank God for the first nigga started rapping
Thank God for the first girl to start stripping
Yep we butting heads
It's by command of the King
We ain't popular
Been forgiven to forgive
Ain't no stopping sir
We got that Love on demand
Kill that
to kill with a smoking gun (with a smoking gun)
Yo Shawty is courageous
Going through the stages
Of where her body is more mature
Than her age is
Far
They can kill you
They can kill me
cnd still get away scott free
They can kill you
They can kill me
cnd still get away
Trade a day
In my shoes
They kill me, you gon kill them?
I still got pride
Can I live?
Hell yeah but you still gon die
C'mon nigga you a thug
But I'm still gon cry
And you
ride
They kill me, you gon' kill them? I still got pride
Can I live? Hell, yeah but you still gon' die
C'mon, nigga, you a thug but I'm still gon' cry
I get by for real, real
I could probably kill Bill
Drive it, drive it, steal, steal
I got time to kill, kill
All my profits, build, build
Sitting
Death is heading your way
The fear of his foes, a hero at home
Hundreds will fall by his gun
You are in the sniper's sight
The first kill tonight
of the century
Now children crying at the tv, do those people really want us dead
Big kill
Big kill
Big kill
It could come by land, by sea or like the first
Whitey, HAHAHA Kill Whitey, DETROIT, WHAT WHAT!
Yo, Yo, look, look, Kill Whitey
First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at least
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
I don't look back
It's hell behind me and I ain't trying get took back
I know you feel me, stressing, learning lessons of life
Till they kill me,
did it
By myself no favors
Fuck di set backs le di failures
I carry weight
Like I am pregnant
This rap life better pay back
My last lap ain't my first
Hey man, kill em like FaZe Clan, all blacked out Ray Bans
Wouldn't give you props if you was a stage hand
You bitches need spray tans, keep it OG
I make noise by myself
Slang them toys by myself
Did my time by myself
Write my rhymes by myself
Move packs by myself
Kill rats by myself
Told
worst
To recuperate
You'll have to kill me first
The only way to stop is to kill
Thou shalt not live
The only way to stop is to kill
Thou shalt not covet
So my name is Kid Fonque
I run a record label here in South Africa
Called Stay True Sounds
I've opened up a sister label Called STY TRU BTS
And I get
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