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Run Up My City (feat. Kp)
by Dee
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Oh my god dee
Look I run up my city
You know she be with me Uh uh
Wishy wash on her titty (krahh)
Beamer not a benz I be doin 150 Uh uh
10 karats on my pinky
M pulling up in the city (city) Uh uh
These girls trynna eat me
So fast in the kitty
Don Julio got me tipsy (tipsy)
She really on pink Whitney
No wonder that bitch so filthy (yuh)
Dior all over her lips (yea)
Shawty just really trynna kiss me (kiss me)
Now all these girls getting pity
That bitch she counting my fifties
Bouncing that ass on my dick (dick)
This girl she bad as a bitch
In a bed she taking a pic (bitch)
Bedside got keys for the whip (oh yea)
Mac 10 got a thirty round clip (yea)
Full auto ima blast from the hip
How your bitch telling me you can't drip (drip)
Foot on the gas on the corner when I slip
Now I got your whip on a pink slip (slip)
Land a g5 on a airstrip (airstrippp)
She got on a dress she told me to unzip it
Now she wanna fix it Uh uh
Clase azul ima mix it
Don Julio and well kick it (huyahhhh)
Look I run up my city
You know she be with me Uh uh
Wishy wash on her titty (krahh)
Beamer not a benz I be doin one hundred and fifty Uh uh
Ten karats on my pinky
M three pulling up in the city (city) Uh uh
These girls trynna eat me
So fast in the kitty
Don Julio got me tipsy Go go (tipsy)
I keep it on me boy don't play with me (don't play with me)
Talk with the chop I put you to sleep (put you to sleep)
Smoking that reefa I'm getting too geeked (yeah)
That bitch said she shy but that bitch a freak
Bitch I'm the boss and I got the key to these streets
Yuh you never gon get it like me (get it like me)
Yuh I crash in that bic like big meetch (big meetch)
Iced out my wrist and my neck and my
Cruising the street my 64 wildin'
Done with my pocket lungs filled with exotic
I got my boy in the back with that pistol that pop you
Let that bitch off like that beat be a rocket (huhh)
I ain't even gotta cock it, that bitch ready
Don't play with me catch a body (Yuhh)
I'm with your bitch yah she taught me (hold on)
I'm with your bitch yah she taught me
Oh my god dee you made this track
Oh my god dee
Look I run up my city
You know she be with me Uh uh
Wishy wash on her titty (krahh)
Beamer not a benz I be doin 150 Uh uh
10 karats on my pinky
M pulling up in the city (city) Uh uh
These girls trynna eat me
So fast in the kitty
Don Julio got me tipsy (tipsy)
She really on pink Whitney
No wonder that bitch so filthy (yuh)
Dior all over her lips (yea)
Shawty just really trynna kiss me (kiss me)
Now all these girls getting pity
That bitch she counting my fifties
Bouncing that ass on my dick (dick)
This girl she bad as a bitch
In a bed she taking a pic (bitch)
Bedside got keys for the whip (oh yea)
Mac 10 got a thirty round clip (yea)
Full auto ima blast from the hip
How your bitch telling me you can't drip (drip)
Foot on the gas on the corner when I slip
Now I got your whip on a pink slip (slip)
Land a g5 on a airstrip (airstrippp)
She got on a dress she told me to unzip it
Now she wanna fix it Uh uh
Clase azul ima mix it
Don Julio and well kick it (huyahhhh)
Look I run up my city
You know she be with me Uh uh
Wishy wash on her titty (krahh)
Beamer not a benz I be doin one hundred and fifty Uh uh
Ten karats on my pinky
M three pulling up in the city (city) Uh uh
These girls trynna eat me
So fast in the kitty
Don Julio got me tipsy Go go (tipsy)
I keep it on me boy don't play with me (don't play with me)
Talk with the chop I put you to sleep (put you to sleep)
Smoking that reefa I'm getting too geeked (yeah)
That bitch said she shy but that bitch a freak
Bitch I'm the boss and I got the key to these streets
Yuh you never gon get it like me (get it like me)
Yuh I crash in that bic like big meetch (big meetch)
Iced out my wrist and my neck and my
Cruising the street my 64 wildin'
Done with my pocket lungs filled with exotic
I got my boy in the back with that pistol that pop you
Let that bitch off like that beat be a rocket (huhh)
I ain't even gotta cock it, that bitch ready
Don't play with me catch a body (Yuhh)
I'm with your bitch yah she taught me (hold on)
I'm with your bitch yah she taught me
Oh my god dee you made this track
