Lyrics:
I'm gettin' sweated by your homey in the blue and white Chevy
But now he's got a condo and a brand new Lexus
Wants me to take a trip with him down
Some claim say but then they take on whore names
If that's the way your sex drives, stay in your lane
If you're a man, I can't tell like if the door
Yeah
Yes, the town is burnin' with the heat wave
The weather broadcast keeps sayin'
Fine, fine, fine
Do you love me, baby?
Don't you think I'm
Ya better watch out
For that soul killer
Ego comin in
Thinkin he can take over
Gotta be strong
When your life is outta order
Deep in your spirit
Find
Well the answer is right before your eyes
Who do you despise?
Killers who chop you we got to stop you
We gotta stop you pop you partner
Get up outta
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
liquor in your cup
Fucking you up
Hang over the banister
You feel the rush of the blood going straight to your brain
Ain't no love, you only love
to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red
Bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I
some)
Richard Mille AP
(Tik Tok)
Take your time take your time
(Tik tok)
Taking shots Casamigos
She need a chaser and a lime
Afterparty air bnb
Only if
at a pair of eyes
Sleep paralysis hitting me like single night
Ten weapons, ten kills, zero reason not to take your life
It's all inside my bag, I got
Downtown, in the town
Word around town spread, she lying on her deathbed
Used to spend most her days making sure they love fed
Corners used
My killers don't take out dope fiends, my killers take out factors
My killers ain't even from out here dude
My killers some out-of-town freelancers
to kick it like Bruce lee
I don't even want the Pussy heard you fuck with goofy
Love my kids to death got to stay on my daddy duty
We aint seen eye to eye I
you and your friend
Them haffi get low
Neck break seven point six two
Take ah rest and watch yuh wrist watch flick too life ain't no game like pick two
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
Or you can stay in your lane like a-, like a-, like a
Fear and hesitation, that's a killer combination
Fear and love with reservations, that's a killer
run this town, we won this town, we run this town
To all the thugs, killers, gangsters, on the street out there hustling for the money, hustling for
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Boy what have you done for me
I've been going down on you
You not going down on me
Girl that's how a rude boy plays
I don't have to take you
and glocks, money and rocks you best to believe I gets the loot
Fuckin you in your booty hole, punk cause you's a rudy poo
I empty this clip, so don't you slip,
The way she moves she’s like a killer
I love the way she do she’d pull the trigger
There’s something bout her that seems familiar
She my vibe but
no hoochie (No hoochie)
Especially not by no goofy (No goofy)
Rеal red got me loopy (Loopy)
Outline 'em out like Rudy (Rudy)
Lil' boy, don't be stupid
Yeah..
'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt
All up in this bitch
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop, keep goin
Don't stop,
Run The Town
Written by K. Edwards, C Lawson, D Henry
Produced by KLC The Drum Major & Don Juan of FullPack
Record Label Overdose Empire
VERSE 1
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