Lyrics:
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
touch
Damaged by your love love love
I don't wanna be ya, see ya, hear ya
You're a heart killer
I don't wanna feel ya, can't be near ya
You're a heart
the one that I wanted
Was yours
Making my entrance again with my
Usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don't you love farce,
My fault I fear,
of my killers come up in Houston
Let me see all of my bitches come up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz come up MIA
Now let me take you
so many reason
(It's alot of reasons) It's the only thing that matters to me
Why don't we fall in love? (Holla at me though!)
It takes such a load
stuffing her jaw
Then leave em for you to rebound Kevin Love on the boards
Dog, you and your skill retard hard from of our squad
I put you on a crash course
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
fight club
Give me all
Your insight love
And I'll just write love
A kite love
And take our night love
To another height love
This is what, that type love
what you reap or wake up, shakin' up a storm like Anita Baker
I'll take you straight to Hell and fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in
back
Supportin' every dream I got
You best believe, man, I dreamed a lot
Me and Rude Boy, I'm trying to tell ya,
Not a day goes by in life, we don't
(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them
ops a bunch of clowns
I'm going up world renown
Grind it make that killer sound
Grind it grind it run this town
Grind it grind it me you found
And still
hit me up on the gram and said, "Damn
You don't even need a buzz to
Be gettin' love from your fans"
I said it's a difference between
A fan
me through those gates
Til then, Ima take what's mine
Small town, big dreams
From a small town, I got big dreams
I only want what's meant for me
I only
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
came from a place, a small, small town
Killers coppin' pleas and killers gun you down
I ain't ask for your opinion, I'm gon' tell you like it is
Time
Bring your whiskey bring your belvey go on bring 'em out (bring 'em out)
So when in yo' city that lil' cutie love me
Don't be mad cause she lovin'
no need for the lip
I just need him to grip
I just hope I don't slip
Huh
Yeah, you say you love kids
Well, you must've lost your mind
You left one
and that ass just dropped
Squeekin and we
But the wagon don't stop
Michigan
Rudy broke left, Jamie shot a Verner
It's time to get wrecked
Junky
myself, don't need no fuckin' friends
Ridin with some killers that don't even go to school
Every time I'm at your crib, you always hidin' in that room
just take yours?
You just here to trick anyway
Doll baby want a pole
Them niggas talking shit
Nigga I double down
Them niggas say they killers
Nigga them
him for
While you cuffin 'em all
I'm stuffin' her jaw
Then leave 'em for you to rebound
Kevin Love on the boards
Dog, you and your skill retard
Hard
together
Try, don't let him take your love from me
You're not good, can't you see brother Louie, Louie, Louie
I'm in love set you free
Oh, she's only
ain't done
How you gonna speak on something
When you never been threw nothing
Soft foot rudy pooh ass
Your whole crew frontin
All the real take ah shot
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