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letra de who run it? - fifth ave jay

[intro]
no auto
smurk, yeah
man, what?

[verse 1 (lil durk & fifth ave jay)]
how you n-ggas crying on live? (yeah), then sneak dissed my guy
he say they not dying (lying ass), hope this b-tch stop lying (lying ass)
chicago, b-tch, that’s mine
rondo! b-tch, that’s nine (yeah)
he got booked, they arrest him outside (yeah)
and i stay invest in my guys (yeah)
i stay strapped when i’m in my city, i don’t know who gon’ shoot (like what?)
keep your strap with you in the trenches, you don’t know who you gon’ lose (who, who gonna what?)
hear the sh-t you tell them b-tches, i’m like, “who you gon’ shoot?” (let’s go)
gave him pipe and gave him a car, i told him, “who you gon’ shoot?” (man what?)
all them k!llers felt when i talk
ain’t no disrespеcting my block (let’s go)
i had twitter fiends with thе opps (uh huh)
why they post my dm on the blog? (like what?)
i done fell out twice with my dawg (yeah)
try to fix it twice through law
kriss vect’ stuffed in the glock
you could feel the threats when i talk (man, what?)

[verse 2 (fifth ave jay)]
man what? we gon’ slide up on them opps
heard the sh-t gon’ make a sound (te-te-te, te-te-te)
put that silence, tell us run
they been playing, with them phones
i remember all them days
and them trenches goin’ all
you say we gon’ put a emp through the music
how you bet like i’ma shoot, we gon’ do it
like, i see all of my opps in the split
but you know that i ain’t takin’ no trips
like, risk like, we gon’ bag all this sh-t
like, if you know i ain’t beggin’, don’t hit
hold on, what they doin’?
like, bro tryna chug, i’m like, bro, what you really gon’ do?
i’m in the studio, cause i’m makin’ the platinum hits
all them records, this sh-t get the gold
like, why they play on me now?
i’m like, bro, you gon’ set up the smoke
ha, let’s go
run it back, we gon’ see what they know
gra, let’s go
say the opps what i’m ready to throw
man what?
[verse 3 (lil durk)]
i stay strapped when i’m in my city, i don’t know who gon’ shoot
keep your strap with you in the trenches, you don’t know who you gon’ lose
hear the sh-t you tell them b-tches, i’m like, “who you gon’ shoot?”
gave him pipe and gave him a car, i told him, “who you gon’ shoot?” (man, what?)
all them k!llers felt when i talk
ain’t no disrespecting my block
i had twitter fiends with the opps
why they post my dm on the blog?
i done fell out twice with my dawg
try to fix it twice through law
kriss vect’ stuffed in the glock
you could feel the threats when i talk (man what?)

- fifth ave jay

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