letra de who run it (remix) - cdot honcho
[intro]
who run it
been runnin’ this sh-t, i ran it
took off from there l landed
it’s the takeover, we not playing
didn’t l takeover, i’m just saying
finna go look at some new diamonds
been running through bags like usain
[verse]
give me the top, none basic
them hoes exotic, ain’t none basic
fo’nem on call, they all waiting
this gta sh-t, don’t get wasted
i’m doing two hundred, got sh-t waisting
real big payments, i’m impatient
saint laurent, we invading
i drop that bag and evade it
she drop that -ss, l betray it
it ain’t ’bout money, l delay it
she know l ball, i filay it
and fo’nem got drums they parading
bet you don’t get far, they not playin’
d-ck in her liver, i’m not stayin’
did it myself, not owing no n-gga
don’t try it, got choppers from iran
i walk in the bank when the check in
i left your hoe sleep at the west inn
she lucky she even got in there
i told that b-tch slide with her best friend
that hundred, we jamming that in there
it’s a quarter for you and you best friends
she eat me up while i’m driving
i’m tryna record her with my left hand
i paid a g for my sneakers b-tch
these ain’t no regular adidas, hah
have fo’nem parked outside your sh-t
like your sh-t an arena
i’m up on hollywood boulevard
fo’nem with me, not a bodyguard
try it, you know they be choppin’ sh-t
might turn this b-tch to a lumberyard
i was the first one in srt
and i drove that b-tch like a bumper car
i got your b-tch up on dvd
ain’t got a heart, need another heart
roc, he’ll circle around your block
on point like he really can’t find a park
pop out you only gon’ see a spark
police said they only seen a dart
i got ten k in my joggers, ayy
you don’t want problems
five on your head, n-ggas gon’ pop out your closet
smokin’ biscotti, too much gelato
feel like i’m sitting on a rocket
ain’t no more sp-ce in my pockets
ain’t no more sp-ce in my closet either
i just be thinking ’bout profit
i’m in the coupe with a mamacita
she only good for the noggin
that b-tch know she got a mouth on her
she eat me up then i’m out on her
no we don’t play with the police games
she know we put a route on her
look i ain’t sh-t, with another one
nothing was given l ran it up, b-tch
[outro]
c-d-o-t man
honcho gang sh-t, you already know what the f-ck goin’ on, ayy
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