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letra de ran through it - fbg duck

[intro]
you already know how the f-ck i’m comin’
i’m ’bout to turn up in this motherf-cker
turn up in this motherf-cker
gang
young got the motherf-cker opper-stopper (brrt)
he a motherf-cker opper-dropper (brrt)
cray cray keep pourin’ all this motherf-ckin’ lean and sh-t (what’s up, bro?)
ayy, turn up

[chorus]
i don’t give a b-tch my time if she weak (no, no, no, no)
all she can do for me is eat-eat (thotty)
n-ggas wanna keep talkin’ ’bout cheese-cheese
lil’ boy, that sh-t ain’t nothin’ to me
ayy, ayy, i just made ten bands last week (i f-cked that sh-t off, n-gga)
yeah, what you do? ran through it
i’ma take your b-tch, proceed home with me (uh-skrrt, uh-skrrt, uh-skrrt)
what you do? ran through her
[verse 1]
ayy, ayy, ayy, i done made ’bout five bands this week
ooh, uh-skrrt, ran through it
ayy, ayy, broski just called me, say he got a stain we need to peep
uh-skrrt, ran to it (take him down)
n-ggas keep playin’ these games, catch all of my slugs (brrt)
i f-ck a b-tch, see her and wave, i do not give her a hug (no)
she say, “duck, where your feelings?” i told her, “i do not got none” (sorry)
i told her she give me some p-ssy, then i might buy her some uggs
hundred in the chopper, thirty in the glizzy (brrt, baow)
every time you see me, b-tch, i got them shooters with me (gang)
you can catch nine out the glizzy, i ain’t talkin’ 50 (i ain’t talkin’ 50)
bullets be flyin’ past your head gettin’ ‘nat shh, you would think it’s windy (money, d-mn)

[verse 2]
ayy, ayy, i’m bussin’, i’m bussin’, and still got some yoppers on me
i’m never lackin’, you catch me in traffic, i got thirty popper on me (brrt, baow)
you could get shot up ’cause i’m not a boxer, homie (brrt, brrt)
my watch is so big and it’s filled up with ice, so yes, you can play hockey on it (woo)
i might take your b-tch right to the condo (turn up, turn up, turn up)
told her keep her p-ssy ’cause i only want head (thotty)
she wanna know how i’m ballin’ like rondo (balling)
i just traded [?] mash potatoes for a loaf of bread
pillow talkin’ to hoes, n-gga, that’s lame (fufu)
you see a thumb and a pinky wavin’, n-gga, that’s gang (gang)
wifin’ these hoes, must be high off cocaine (woo, skrrt)
me and billionaire run a clout train on your main (money)
[chorus]
i don’t give a b-tch my time if she weak (no, no, no, no)
all she can do for me is eat-eat (thotty)
n-ggas wanna keep talkin’ ’bout cheese-cheese
lil’ boy, that sh-t ain’t nothin’ to me
ayy, ayy, i just made ten bands last week (i f-cked that sh-t off, n-gga)
yeah, what you do? ran through it
i’ma take your b-tch, proceed home with me (uh-skrrt, uh-skrrt, uh-skrrt)
what you do? ran through her

- fbg duck

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