Songtexte Road Runner - Jay Black

Young author nigga, Yea

Ian never did receive your love
Through all that I gave you still tried to blame me though
Yea you know that imma stone cold stunner
Imma whole road runner
Yeen never catch me running tho
N ill never trust a nigga again you know my soul cold
You better not bark wit yo dogs you got the wrong ones
All these niggas dickriding give these niggas some pompoms
They hate it when you lose when you wining these niggas cheer you on

Shawty showing love too much they take advantage of em
I was really stuck in the mud n you aint help me up
Ill fry a nigga like butter I like to cook assum
I done really felt the pain for mothers caz they done lost sons
You know we had to hit back to back we tryna home run
Niggas stabbed me once in the back I stabbed all of em
I be really keeping it cordial I know he honey bun
Yea we caught a sweet one, Hit em wit a mean one
I'll really have to put a nigga up
If a nigga try to play me wrong
N Ian een really giving no fucks
I'm a whole damn don
I'm the man yea you know it ho
N why these niggas putting guns to the camera tho
You prolly finna shoot a nigga thru the screen huh
I heard you like to play wit bullets we'll give ya one
Ya better keep it clean son
Yeen no demon, Yeen never seen nun
Imma stand ten on all of my toes
Ian never did fold, yea I held my own
Will I make it only lord really knows
Im steady bringing bad bitches in my home
N ill never crash out ill never man down ill never stand down Ian a hoe
N I just wanna hit the road take a trip to melrose
But Ian never leave home

Ian never did receive your love
Through all that I gave you still tried to blame me though
Yea you know that imma stone cold stunner
Imma whole road runner
Yeen never catch me running tho
N ill never trust a nigga again you know my soul cold
You better not bark wit yo dogs you got the wrong ones
All these niggas dickriding give these niggas sone pompoms
They hate it when you lose when you wining these niggas cheer you on