Testo Run It - Mike Sherm feat. BabyTron
Testo della canzone Run It (Mike Sherm feat. BabyTron), tratta dall'album Run It
(Money bag, know you make it hiss)
Ay
Money on the flow, what's the low?
Let a nigga know
Nigga take my holdin' on my swam, let 'em bitches go
Colder than the snow, the triple low-up on the fucking coat
A nigga made a post that said I'm broke
I take that as a joke
I do this shit with no promo
Still shit on niggas, no homo
Jeez on me, no polo
My shit jumpin' like a pogo
I'm powered up like Goku
Super saiyan, fuck you sayin'?
Fit cost a couple bands
Bitch, I'm not fucking man
I got, good dick for a
Bad bitch I was
Dumb broke now
Marriage on my
New hoes wetter than my last bitch
And I be talkin' shit
I'on need to ah-live
My shit is not average
The fucking no ratches
The fuck we were crashes
Got ten on my glasses
I really got action
Put that shit in the caption
Been in the game, I ain't gotta practice
Niggas wanna hate, I'm just bein' great
Hella chicken on my plate
I ain't finna take no break
Air, we could different state
Crib got a gate
Bitch wanna date
Bitch better wait ('hol on)
From the mitten down to Cali, shit I'm tied in
In the deep end, use my two arms just like fins
Like a crackhead, at the spot I got the pipe here
Gotta take a risk, she chew my guzu my guin
She fuck damn, I know you hear them drugs rockin'
She fuck damn, pull up on 'em guns, cockin'
If it ain't the blue moon, she'll get that love option
Walking 'round like the living dead, I only puff toxic stuff
RTA, as the play, ETA
All stark caliber, you gotta come and see me play
Gotta come and see me squirt
Gotta come and see me tour
I can never think poor
Should I gotta see me more
(Money bag, know you make it hiss)
Going 160, pray to God I don't get fleet
Biscuit got a skillet boy, you better pray you don't get bleed
Thinkin' that you whip, but in my book you don't exist
You know me, wake up, get twit then I blow a zit
I'm a magician, in the kitchen I can clone a brick
Heard he snitched, after we kill him
We finna sell his lips
After he snitched, we put him in the ditch
Had my New York, my members put him in a split
One time shot off to Mike Sherm
Heard the birds calling morning time
They would just like worms
We can have a harder song than y'all with five words
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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Damon Hendricks
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