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letra de road runners - fmb dz

[intro: fmb dz]
road runners, road runners
you f-ckin’ with some road runners

[chorus: fmb dz]
you lookin’ at them road runners
you f-ckin’ with them road runners
what you lookin’ at, them road runners
they caught my mans with that sh-t and he ain’t know nothin’
you lookin’ at them road runners
you f-ckin’ with them road runners
what you lookin’ at, them road runners
they caught my mans with that sh-t and he ain’t know nothin’

[verse 1: fmb dz]
play us how you want to play us, you know how we comin’
n-gga you can hide from me, ain’t no need to run it
how the f-ck you hit the road and comin’ back with nothin’
boy this sh-t deeper than rap, i got two b-tches stuffin’
fast money boyz, you know all the b-tches love it
high as h-ll on stage, i feel like david ruffin
zay whisper in my ear, he feel like takin’ something
you know these n-ggas pure p-ssy, they ain’t shakin’ nothin’
they got my n-ggas in the cage
in the two seater, he and sells, me and paid
have ’em boss me with the mop, plans fade
break out the back door, heard them b-tches ’bout to raid

[verse 2: bandgang paid will]
i been on my sh-t each and every day
hands in everything, each and every way
when that money callin’ in i’m makin’ every play
sent that ho on the road, she talkin’ ’bout a date
b-tch you lookin’ at a boss, you better get it straight
when we make it with that sh-t we gon’ celebrate
been on the road so much, d-mn near blew the brakes
when i send that green light they won’t hesitate
they on your -ss, betterm ove fast
with the fast money boyz, y’all bums stuck in last
we gon’ sip all the thin, then sell all the gl-ss
touch down off the road, let me count all this cash n-gga

[verse 3: team eastside peezy]
road runner b-tch, i’m always out of time
trappin’ on the plane, it used to be the ‘hound
shot a thousand beams out a thousand times
had to strap my nuts on to see them dollar signs
took an l when the sheriffs flipped the rental van
made bail the same night and did the sh-t again
i got five hundred oranges down in the ten
when i’m finished with the bag i buy another benz
state troopers pulled us over, we ain’t know nothin’
guess tonight we all sleepin’ on the floor, f-ck it
how you always on the road but ain’t got no money?
had to f-ck my n-gga up because he stole from me

- fmb dz

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