paroles de chanson RUN IT - namiray

Told me that she want the dick I put it in her stomach
Keep on running to these licks, jus keep on runnin' to them hunnids
Keep 'em coming, keep on laying all this pipe like Ima plumber
Dumb and dumber when you pull up and you said you wanna run it, like
Run it, huh
Run it, back
Tryna catch these hands but they got my gun attached
Keep on fucking with the gang you gon wind up in the pack
No cap better keep that five while rollin' down the Ave

She told me come and hit, I'm gripping on the .43
He got bread? he a lick, I dipped out off twelve beans
She wanna fuck, baby, Ima have to charge a fee
You outta luck, baby, you ain't never count my cheese

Lay 'em back with the mac, I be stuntin' with the pack
Say i'm not but i'm jus that, pull up on us we don't lack
Bro, you look like you smoke crack
Across the world where we'll be at
We used to run the trap like track
That shattered glass gon cause a gash

Hit they whip up, make 'em crash
Run they pockets then hit the dash
They hate to see us makin' bands
Soon they'll act like they sum fans
Back up, .40 drop you and your mans
Stack up, they don't wanna see us win
Took a couple but I'm rollin' off ten
Back up 'fore we blast you and ya friends
If we lift off than we're prolly not gon' land
Nut, my dick soft while she got it ina hand
Pull the blick out, blast em both, goddamn
Suck my soul out while you argue with your man
See us flexing just by how we fuckin' stand
We gon fold em just for sayin' that we can't
Hate to see us counting up so many bands
Look in my eyes, baby, you'll go in a trance
Going down on me, she unzipping my pants
Swear to God that Ima blow up for the fam

Pull the .45 if he actin' like he on it
Put 'em down then I'm hittin my dance on 'em
Load the mac, we start blastin', no reloading
Underground, now, they be chillin' on they own
They thought they invincible because now we're all grown
She called me 10 times, I think his mama wants him home
She don't know that he ain't never comin' back though
She don't know he chopped up in a bag beneath the floor
She don't know last night we went and kicked in they back door
Mask off, bitch, we ready to blow
Kept the steel gripped tight when we stole all that they own
Yeah, his bitch the one who told

(Aye, yea)
Got this forty tucked, I promise you I'll bust it
We on demon time but I'm afraid we can't discuss it
Rolling up another dutch while we be smokin' on yo cousin
You want smoke? no you don't, yeah, this bitch'll get to dumpin'
Like
Mr. steady fuckin' on your thot
Said I'm too fly when I'm cruising on your block
Wanting my attention better chance if you my business
I cant fuck with you if

BITCH MADE
ASK YO GIRL HOW MY DICK TASTE
SLIT WRISTS
GOT MADE WITH MY SWITCHBLADE
FUCK THAT
SLIT HIS THROAT, WATCH IT DRIP, AYE
DONE THAT
WATCH HIS FAMILY GET SICK, AYE

Know I been back on my bullshit, steady stacking the bread
Walking around with a full clip, know I've got one in the head
Give me my flowers like tulip, gon put 'em right here instead
Shawty been sayin' I'm too sick, uh, maybe not right in the head, like

Too fly can't drip like me
Said she wanna take a ride, told her get up on the D
Bust it open for me, she gon hit a split, yuh, yuh
Bust it open for me, do it in the whip, yuh, yuh
Too fly can't drip like me
Said she wanna take a ride, told her get up on the D
Bust it open for me, she gon hit a split, yuh, yuh
Bust it open for me, do it in the whip, yuh, yuh