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letra de runnin - fns.philly

[intro]
block on da trakk
noahgothits
haha, feelin’ like a beatbox
haha, yuh
yuh

[hook]
30 round drum started feelin’ like a beatbox (glaaa)
bad b-tch, she gon’ give me top ’til her knees lock
i was sellin’ dime bags all up in that weed spot (scorin’)
then my mama caught me, and she told me “boy please stop” (please stop)
fast forward, 2019, i sold cocaine (cocaine)
count it up, gas prices feelin’ like it’s propane
bad thot, she gon’ blow my mind, call her cobain (she a thot hoe)
trap spot, i spent so much time in that dope game (glaaa)
[verse]
everday, i do this sh-t everyday, i’m heavyweight (i’m heavyweight)
i jus’ made a 100k, the same clothes as yesterday (as yesterday)
i don’t wanna talk to you, i swear you don’t got sh-t to say
how you step on necks n-gga? that sh-t feel like paper weights
waste of sp-ce
i’m up in miami, poppin’ ace of spades (pop that sh-t n-gga)
get up wit’ my brother if you want war, he got some time to make (glaaa-glaaah)
glocky on my body, shoot a n-gga, if he try to stop me (glaaa-glaaah)
n-gga feelin’ oppy, ’cause his shawty wanna try to top me
pacquiao, all my bullets knock you out, when it hit you (fah, fah)
red dot, when we see an opp, we won’t miss you (we won’t miss you)
if it ain’t ’bout a dollar, i ain’t worried what a b-tch do (what that b-tch do)
bench press a n-gga if he talkin’, we gon’ lift you (glaaah)

[bridge]
i’m gon’ pop sh-t (glaaa)
pop sh-t (glaaa)
pop sh-t (glaaa)
pop sh-t (glaaa)
pop sh-t (glaaa)
pop sh-t (glaaa)
pop sh-t (ayy)
pop sh-t (ayy)
i’m gon’ pop sh-t (glaaa)
pop sh-t (glaaa)
pop sh-t (glaaa)
pop sh-t (glaaa)
pop sh-t (glaaa)
pop sh-t (glaaa)
pop sh-t (glaaa)
pop sh-t (glaaah)
[hook]
30 round drum started feelin’ like a beatbox (glaaa)
bad b-tch, she gon’ give me top ’til her knees lock (on them knees b-tch)
i was sellin’ dime bags all up in that weed spot (d-mn, what? what?)
then my mama caught me, and she told me “boy please stop”
fast forward, 2019, i sold cocaine (i sold coke b-tch)
count it up, gas prices feelin’ like it’s propane (propane)
bad thot, she gon’ blow my mind, call her cobain (ayy)
trap spot, i spent so much time in that dope game (glaaa, glaaah)

- fns philly

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