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letra de don't run (remix) - aaron keese

[intro]
yeah
deno
keese

[verse]
yeah, i think this is where i’ll reside
dead bolt country rap, b-tch, i’ll still get inside
you couldn’t lock me out if you tried
i got a crowbar in my hands, motherf-cker, i’ve arrived
yeah, and i’m kickin’ down the doors
like a b&e, i’m stealin’ the game while you f-ckin’ snore, ugh
yeah, i’m collectin’ beds, too
’cause they sleepin’ on me like they don’t think i can break through
f-ck what they thought, i don’t need two cents
i won’t ever sellout just to pay my rent
i’ll be snipin’ all these fools from a f-ckin’ tent
campin’ out in the woods that i grew up in
yeah, i’m prestige in this b-tch
sp-wn k!llin’ all the rappers if they want some of this
and for every motherf-cker tellin’ me how to do it
i’ll teabag your dead body on some call of duty sh-t
uh, yeah, they be like “do this, do that”
no you can’t tell me what to do, you need to fall back
if i won’t let a label ever tell me what to do
what makes you think i’m gon’ listen to you? ahh
i swear these people think they know what’s best
they tell me how to blow up, which is funny, because they ain’t sh-t
that’s why i’m ’bout to set ’em off with one press of a dial
and i’ll demo everything within 100 square miles
uh, yeah, that last bar was a bomb bar
no not because it’s good, i mean an actual bomb bar
shoutout to church, i’ve been rockin’ hooligan
now people gonna say that i’m stealin’ bars again
uh, yeah, it’s called reference, reference
uh, yeah, it’s called homage, homage
uh, yeah, it’s all respect, respect
so quit hatin’, little b-tches and get off my d-ck
and they say i ain’t country, didn’t know i have to prove it
like i’ve never been muddin’ gettin’ stuck inside a pit
like i’ve never had her barefeet restin’ on my dashboard
like hank jr. never had me kickin’ out my floorboards
flint-stoned down the road, doin’ 30 in a 60
my betty ridin’ shotty, weed’s yabadaba-sticky
bamm-bamm in the glove incase you b-tches get silly
mothaf-ckas throwin’ pebbles but they lookin’ real fruity
2020 is my year and i mean that sh-t
n0body stoppin’ me, rap and i will not split
subtractin’ me would be like 20 – 20
that’s 0, motherf-ckin’ rap game would be empty
you could say i’m underground, but i wouldn’t ’cause i’m not dead
i ain’t made it yet, but no strugglin’ to be fed
i’m feedin’ on the bodies from these mothaf-ckin’ rappers
so technically, i guess you can say that i am the undead
a warhead, cause bloodshed, your limbs shred
i’m the best thing since motherf-ckin’ sliced bread
as cool as the flip side of the pillow
that i’m puttin’ over rappers mouths just so i can block their airflow
get off of the track, you wack emcees
as you can tell, i’m not afraid of enemies
i got enemas for anybody that f-cks with me
all that sh-t talkin’, you’ll be cleaned off the f-ckin’ beat
remix after remix, there is somethin’ new
somebody always downplayin’ just what i can do
i guess all we got ourselves some different views
i’m in the penthouse and y’all can’t even get a room
it’s ludicrous and humorous, they are just here fortuitously
while i’m spittin’ all these rhymes with unpredictablity
i rap with an efficiency, and so unequivocally
i’m puttin’ b-tches down, so gah-d-mn maliciously
got no patience like i’m doctor kervorkian
i’ll euthanize anybody willin’ to pick up the pen
syringe loaded up for the lethal injection
time of death is the moment you got my attention
you motherf-cker

[outro]
run

- aaron keese

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