RUN IT Songtext
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RUN IT Songtext
Run it go stoopid
I pop and I move it
My chain hit the top and I cool it
Thick bitch on my line ′nd she prove it
Ain't boutta go to it
I talk to my woes got a new hit
Still crossing these bridges get through it
Sneak dissing my tools better move it
Run it go stoopid
I pop and I move it
My chain hit the top and I cool it
Thick bitch on my line ′nd she prove it
Ain't boutta go to it
I talk to my woes got a new hit
Still crossing these bridges get through it
Sneak dissing my tools better move it
'Nd she bad
She all of that
All that I want, I hit the mic
Come with a spike
To slit your throat
Yuh my youth
Inside this booth
I′m talking ruthless
I don′t fuck with your truth
Need your truth less
Ion know bout these bitches man
They just fucking seem like they the demons
Sucking at my soul
Voting like a poll
But that's what stays
When the grey comes to play in the shade
But that′s what stays
When the grey comes to play in the shade
Run it go stoopid
I pop and I move it
My chain hit the top and I cool it
Thick bitch on my line 'nd she prove it
Ain′t boutta go to it
I talk to my woes got a new hit
Still crossing these bridges get through it
Sneak dissing my tools better move it
Run it go stoopid
I pop and I move it
My chain hit the top and I cool it
Thick bitch on my line 'nd she prove it
Ain′t boutta go to it
I talk to my woes got a new hit
Still crossing these bridges get through it
Sneak dissing my tools better move it
I pop and I move it
My chain hit the top and I cool it
Thick bitch on my line ′nd she prove it
Ain't boutta go to it
I talk to my woes got a new hit
Still crossing these bridges get through it
Sneak dissing my tools better move it
Run it go stoopid
I pop and I move it
My chain hit the top and I cool it
Thick bitch on my line ′nd she prove it
Ain't boutta go to it
I talk to my woes got a new hit
Still crossing these bridges get through it
Sneak dissing my tools better move it
'Nd she bad
She all of that
All that I want, I hit the mic
Come with a spike
To slit your throat
Yuh my youth
Inside this booth
I′m talking ruthless
I don′t fuck with your truth
Need your truth less
Ion know bout these bitches man
They just fucking seem like they the demons
Sucking at my soul
Voting like a poll
But that's what stays
When the grey comes to play in the shade
But that′s what stays
When the grey comes to play in the shade
Run it go stoopid
I pop and I move it
My chain hit the top and I cool it
Thick bitch on my line 'nd she prove it
Ain′t boutta go to it
I talk to my woes got a new hit
Still crossing these bridges get through it
Sneak dissing my tools better move it
Run it go stoopid
I pop and I move it
My chain hit the top and I cool it
Thick bitch on my line 'nd she prove it
Ain′t boutta go to it
I talk to my woes got a new hit
Still crossing these bridges get through it
Sneak dissing my tools better move it
Writer(s): Javan Manjoo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
