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letra de run it baqq - cayden. null?

[chorus: riley reid]
the clique headed to the trap
p-ssy gettin’ so wet from the money stack
triple stacks b-tch we cleaned out a hundred pack
yeen ain’t heard what i said n-gga run it baqq
the clique headed to the trap
p-ssy gettin’ so wet from the money stack
triple stacks b-tch we cleaned out a hundred pack
yeen ain’t heard what i said n-gga run it baqq

[verse 1: cayden. null?]
ha ha n-gga spite me
know my girl friend girlfriends don’t like me
soon as they like me i make unlike me
cause kissing people ass is so unlike me
i drew outside of lines can’t align me
so satan send some snake ass n-ggas to bite me
and you ain’t got the right to try and write righteous
when you can’t fly how i fly n-ggas ain’t pilots, uh
really running it back
they used to say he was wack
the simple lines filled the cracks
a n-gga had skipped a grade
lost everything he had gained
so them tracks that he had made
got everyone to come and glaze
some have the audacity to say
he don’t deserve all of his praise
like
the lame n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
performative who sag those same n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
the fixed ass flows insecure n-ggas ain’t touching me
bearer of bad news you gum n-ggas is stuck with me (stop!)
flows gold guess you can call it mineral
oxymoron i contradict but im spitting though
know that im going back to back with the winner flows
undeniably unf-ckwitable
my name in your mouth like a d-ck and you sit and blow
i’m everything these underground n-ggas really wanna be
so i dumb it down so the slow n-ggas keep up with me, true
[chorus: riley reid]
the clique headed to the trap
p-ssy gettin’ so wet from the money stack
triple stacks b-tch we cleaned out a hundred pack
yeen ain’t heard what i said n-gga run it baqq
the clique headed to the trap
p-ssy gettin’ so wet from the money stack
triple stacks b-tch we cleaned out a hundred pack
yeen ain’t heard what i said n-gga run it baqq (hey!)

[verse 2: cayden. null?]
might start apartheid
rap better than most n-ggas even know this part time
elsinore n-ggas know im hard but they soft guys (hey!)
so they sleep on me and they act like they clock died
but i clocked n-ggas with my pride then i dropped time
ride with my crew on grand at the stop sign
my crib on the way by the gas station called lys
i reside at lhs so you know i got rise (riot!)
too cool to run a fade
if worst come to worst i ain’t the type to run away
and if i lose then imma learn amuck n find my way
n-gga i’m too great for mistakes to define my fate
(hit it!)
my n-gga, santa wouldn’t like this
i got my own gifts and of course my own nice list
talking sh-t and being talented yeah it got a perk
feel the beat in your neck yo shout out- (would you stop!)
going three for three with my beats so i’m coming first
two wrongs don’t make you right thats why the country poor
maybe we should just laugh at death then go cry at birth
don’t say you can’t do it til you go and try it first
least we know most of us lived with a final purp
gone but not forgotten my spirit will defy a he-rs-
flipped the beat myself so you know this sh-t bananas
no capes with the pride i’m the man that maketh manners, b-tch
[chorus: riley reid]
the clique headed to the trap
p-ssy gettin’ so wet from the money stack
triple stacks b-tch we cleaned out a hundred pack
yeen ain’t heard what i said n-gga run it baqq
the clique headed to the trap
p-ssy gettin’ so wet from the money stack
triple stacks b-tch we cleaned out a hundred pack
yeen ain’t heard what i said n-gga run it baqq

[outro: riley reid]
the clique headed to the trap
p-ssy gettin’ so wet from the money stack
triple stacks b-tch we cleaned out a hundred pack
yeen ain’t heard what i said n-gga run it baqq
mack a ho, mack a n-gga, whip a trick
hit a l!ck, one them p-ssy-ass cornbread f-ck n-ggas

- cayden null

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