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letra de one more run - ar-ab

[verse 1: ar-ab]
just took a loss, eighteen soft
food in the pot, everything locks
walked in the house, everything off
in the land of the free, everything costs
wanna write raps, how i’m gon’ eat?
i ain’t got a deal, ain’t sh-t cheap
my man need belts, son needs sneaks
daughter need daycare money for a week
everybody telling me to chill
n0body telling me they helping with the bills
and i think my mom house getting took
i need to see nine ounce getting cooked
po said if i ever come back
they gon’ give me like ten years flat
motherf-ck that, gotta get back
called my plug, “n-gga where you at?”

[chorus: ar-ab]
pockets on e, work all day
everybody eat, i ain’t getting none
he turned off, close that bump
call my plug for one last run
i need one more run
i need one more run
i need one more run
i need one more run
[verse 2: ar-ab]
my dawg just called, he on the run for a body
sh-t went wrong when he tried do a robbery
he said he need money to get him a place
the lawyer need twenty to look at his case
gobe telling me to stick to the rap
the gas bill telling me stick to the trap
this mixtape money ain’t getting me back
just give me a brick, i’ll gain it from that
my wife just called, she said i’m a bum
my other two baby moms saying i’m a bum
got a n-gga thinking bout picking up a gun
hit a couple l!cks then i’m gone on the run
cause i got four kids, two nephews
everyone expect me to come rescue
i know dope money be my best move
so calling my plug is my next move

[chorus: ar-ab]
pockets on e, work all day
everybody eat, i ain’t getting none
he turned off, close that bump
call my plug for one last run
i need one more run
i need one more run
i need one more run
i need one more run
[verse 3: razor]
i need another chance in the trap game
said them perc sales looking like the crack game
selling thirties for the thirty out in o.t
i had doubts ‘fore the dumps, i was low-key
my son, he need a mill before he turn ten
with that weight out, i was serving
trap house with a sheet for a curtain
bagging up a whole jawn, i was working
i had it all, at least i thought i did
taking money back and forth to my mom crib
at the age of seventeen i seen a quarter brick
i was just a worker, that was my cousin’s sh-t
and i had the morning shift for my brother’s strip
shawty f-cking with the stash, i need another b-tch
my shooters wanna get ’em with the guns
told the trap i need one more run

- ar ab

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