paroles de chanson Runnin' - Hotboy Burr

Running
And I won't stop running
Type of nigga
That's gon have yo thot Cummin
Counting up some paper
I won't stop thumbin
I can't do no favors
Less you got something
Too busy
Opp huntin
Really
Bout that shot dumpin
Can't say this not bumping
Lame bulls
Need to stop frontin
I'm bout that head puntin
Might just send some lead pumpin
And If he said something
Nother casualty
Right thru him
Runnin
Know it's hard to keep up
When you lackin
In pace
Don't want the pack
If it isn't the paste
Shit gotta hit you
Yea something like mace
Moving this quick
Now and then you might slip
Like that damn day
When I fumbled the stick
Was what it was
But a man
Had to sit

But it went fast
Back on they ass
Mob with straight class
Need no hall pass
Clip em like grass
Severin straight sass
Preach game on mass
Going all gas
I'm at full mast
Trynna hulk smash
Do a cool blast
Move on right past
Big fish stripped bass
Vision clear glass
And my love has
Been this tall lass
BnM Jazz
After this spaz
Crisp like new cash
This a smooth bash
Before I lash
Bat no eyelash
I'm just too brash
Word too vast
Harder than brass
Fire mustache
They were doubting
But it won't last
They were doubting
But it
Won't last

Running
And I won't stop running
Type of nigga
That's gon have yo thot Cummin
Counting up some paper
I won't stop thumbin
I can't do no favors
Less you got something
These men
I been shunnin
Best know
Imma win stuntin
I sport a grin gunning
Toss man in the bin bummin
You hear me still hummin
Rockstar with the skill drummin
And I be drill loving
Boy don't think shit sweet
Cuz I be running

If you're looking
To push me
Imma show you
My waze
Burnt to a crisp
Imma light you
Ablaze
Cuz as of late
I been going
Thru a phase
This is nothing
Like an ordinary fit
It's not enough
To just say that
I'm pissed
Ain't talking health
When I say that I'm sick

Might be straight mad
Or at least tad
Problems I've had
With these young dads
Living so sad
Cuz they
Can't add
See their maths bad
And it ain't rad
Build like young chads
Softer than pads
Built like young brads
It's a strange fad
Don't know why lads
Actin all glad
Have not closed tabs
That's a real jab
They like run nags
Me imma stag
Matter fact
Feeling it tag
Make a bih gag

Running
And I won't stop running
Type of nigga
That's gon have yo thot Cummin
Counting up some paper
I won't stop thumbin
I can't do no favors
Less you got something