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letra de run around - clicklak

[intro: cl!cklak]
i made that b-tch run around the bity, yeah, yeah, yeah

[hook: cl!cklak]
don’t get caught up in the skreets that i run around
if i up that chopper, make him run around
put her on the track and made her run around
i just gave that silly bih the run around
don’t get caught up in them skreets that i run around
if i up that chopper, make him run around
put her on the track and made her run around
i just gave that silly bih the run around

[verse 1: caskey]
god d-mn, i always keep the piece when i run around
i’m smoking on chief keef, got a hunnid pounds
i switch up the landscape
i hop out the ride and me and my bruh do the handshake
and you better chill for your man’s sake
we did the feature and i took the fanbase
hop out the benzo
i got the forgiatos on the rim, not lorenzo
and you got a okay lil b-tch in the ride
but i see the potential
she plan on bringing the money back to me
and she ain’t gon’ get no complaints
i just hopped inside the p-ssy
and that sh-t was wet like the paint
whoa, and i’m the type of sh-t you ain’t
the ride is bulletproof, a tank
i was known for serving dank
you were known for overdrafts at the bank
i been outside in the places that you never visit
i ain’t got no dough for them b-tches
you in the eye of the storm and don’t know the conditions
when you on the road to riches

[verse 2: cl!cklak]
monkey see, monkey do, huh?
where my nina at?
i ain’t talking ’bout my mama’s mama
where my nina at?
nina clip for that monkey n-gga
acting like he run my habitat
got my own weed, you can’t front me, n-gga
smoking like i might got cataracts
my turn on the song, i’m livin’
“pimpin’, won’t you p-ss them the ganja?”
i go for gold and you can get the bronze
i want beyoncé, but you get solange
i got the head like i work at salon
all my b-tches getting freaky
strong pimpin’, b-tches paying me weekly
wonder how, motherf-ck that new lamborghini
i might just have to free my genie
got a pimp walk [?]
i get the cheese like my name ziti
fill her up with d-ck, she acting greedy
now the b-tch never wanna leave me
now the b-tch always wanna see me
i can’t blame her, i wanna see me too
f-ck a milli, i wanna see me two

[verse 3: gwalla]
the places i be, you don’t come around
like dirty police, you get gunned down
got a hunnid round, hear that metal sound
when them bullet sh-lls follow, hit the ground
so please do not push me, i’m back in the city
got r&b packs of that bobby and whitney
i’m tipsy off whiskey, my diamonds look p-ssy
i smoke like a hippy on strains of the sticky
vicky left hickies
she ride me like a bike, she no complaints
you’re mad she f-cked with me, then step in the paint
i pull up like demons, you act like a saint
bullets fly, they don’t got no restraints
chopper singing, you might think that it’s drake
partynextdoor, your b-tch coming home late
we don’t go on dinner dates
i just put it in her face
diamonds on, regulation
talk show n-ggas fake
lying ’bout what they make
gr-ss cut, f-ck the stakes
then i leave, where my rate?
get go for the pay
then i pull off in a wraith

[verse 4: madz]
through the customs [?] they be like “who’s he?”
we don’t know [?] my bros [?] fix up, fix up
them ways that the kid could go [?] that you’re throwin’
and i sense you ain’t no sensei
when i cut the cord, it starts to [?]
like, “haven’t you been heard before?”
the bad boy from the uk made it
there’s so many sides to this guy
i swear blind that madz has got an alias
price went up, now they off some favors
what’s your flavor, boy?
when i drove for dro, i’ll seek and then destroy you
want peace? [?] they’ll peep on chums
call me the [?] as they did when [?]
well thug, i need more blessings, more reverends
less pressure, more force [?]
katy perry, brittany spears, i seen it
made them disappear like your career, i mean that
looking nervous and i feel that
feel your ego, boy, you [?]
mind your mouth [?]
my jesus been a body darker than some kneecaps

- clicklak

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