paroles de chanson RUN ME DOWN - Ghetts , Giggs
Yeah,
turn
it
up
in
the
headphones
Who's
messing
with
my
mic?
Has
someone
binit?
Course
no
one's
binit
Yeah,
the
bricks
on
the
ship
goes
up
and
down
That
bitch
on
my
dick
goes
up
and
down
Better
stick
to
the
script
'til
we
comin'
'round
Gonna
rain
on
your
bricks
and
it's
comin'
down
It's
a
hit,
it's
a
hit,
got
the
summer
sound
Got
the
game
in
a
grip,
got
'em
runnin'
'round
Got
my
name
on
your
lips
and
me
comin'
'round
Never
came
with
no
tricks,
had
to
dumb
it
down
But
I
came
with
a
bitch
and
a
bummy
pound
And
the
mandem
were
bitch
And
they
bogged
me
down
But
my
chick's
lookin'
sick
in
a
yummy
gown
Put
her
hands
in
my
jeans
and
she
shove
it
down
Little
shoobs,
little
shoobs,
little
club
in
town
Got
the
goons
in
the
place
With
the
chubby
rounds
Best
stand
over
there
Yeah
them
muggy
bounds
Niggas
jump
out
the
pram
Make
the
buggy
bounce
(Jheez)
Got
a
dozen
down
Big
Bird
doesn't
doubt
(Nah)
Doesn't
shout
That
doesn't
count
Got
your
hands
in
the
air,
put
'em
fuckin'
down
Gonna
end
up
in
lost
and
the
fuckin'
found
Got
her
hands
in
my
face
Yeah,
she's
lovin'
brown
I'm
the
man
in
the
place
That
they're
runnin'
down
(Jheez)
Run
me
down
Run
me
down
(Yeah,
yeah)
Run
me
down
Okay,
rub
me
down
(Yeah,
yeah)
Run
me
down
Run
me
down
Run
me
down
Okay,
rub
me
down
Got
the
big
CEO's
and
the
taggies
down
Did
a
show,
sponsored
clothes
Put
the
shottas
down
Yeah,
I
stuck
to
the
code,
nigga
shot
it
down
Yeah
I
fucked
on
the
road
Nigga
caught
it
down
Run
me
down
Run
me
down
Run
me
down
Okay,
rub
me
down
Buff
(Buff),
that's
gettin'
bust
(Gettin'
bust)
That's
gettin'
beat
up
(Beat
up)
That's
gettin'
rushed
(Yeah,
yeah)
Game
in
my
hand
(In
my
hand)
That's
gettin'
crushed
Clean
up
the
mess
Dust
pan
and
brush
Creep
from
the
riddim
like
I'm
venomous
Backyard
full
of
skeletons
Nickname
Sheldon
I
already
told
you
on
Shellington
Dem
man
are
soft
You
know
handle
with
care,
delicate
Us
man
are
armed
I
swing
off
the
chandelier
and
drop
everything
Let's
play
a
game
called
who
da
fucks
madder
Knife
work
doin'
up
bladders
Right
turn,
too
many
cameras
Turn
back,
hidin'
my
face
Like
I'm
movin'
embarrassed
That's
how
I
maneuver
with
daggers
Takin'
stripes
and
numerous
badges
My
niggas
so
mental
I
don't
know
if
they're
stupid
or
savage
Bikes,
I
got
a
few
in
the
garage
We'll
ride
on
whoever's
bangin'
Night
king,
I
take
the
juice
out
the
dragon
Might
swing,
and
make
a
human
a
cabbage
Night
wing,
I'm
like
who
wid'
is
active
It's
G-H,
I'm
coming
from
the
East
Side
Old
school
Green
gate,
runnin'
in
my
Levis
'Round
here
brethren
nothin'
at
the
seaside
Man
gets
stuck
up
and
deep
fried
With
both
gloves
off,
I
punch
up
a
beeline
Fuck
it
up
and
then
rewind
Double
clutch
and
look
behind
Summer's
up
but
I
keep
fires
Somethin'
tucked
like
I'm
Eli
Run
me
down
Run
me
down
Run
me
down
Okay,
rub
me
down
Run
me
down
Run
me
down
Run
me
down
Okay,
rub
me
down
Got
the
big
CEO's
and
the
taggies
down
Did
a
show,
sponsored
clothes
Put
the
shottas
down
Yeah,
I
stuck
to
the
code
Nigga
shot
it
down
Yeah
I
fucked
on
the
road
Nigga
caught
it
down
Run
me
down
Run
me
down
Run
me
down
Okay,
rub
me
down
1 NOSTALGIA
2 RUN ME DOWN
3 DON'T GO HUNGRY
4 TALK ABOUT IT
5 SHOW ME RESPECT
6 MIC CHECK
7 SPUN IT
8 BABY
9 187
10 SET IT OFF
11 HOLD UP
12 GREAT COLLECTIVES
13 YOU AIN'T...
14 WHO
15 TURNT
16 SHADE
17 GWOP EXPENSES
18 TERMINATOR
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