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letra de running like chicken [2019 leak] - goodone and harish the slum god

verse 1 (koav):

all of my b-tches
all of my coupes
smoking the green inside of the room
all of my diamonds
500 coffins
500 racks
loui v shorts in the back of the bag
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
portion the tag
she from the nag
loui v bag
all of my racks
500 tags, 20 my bag
better get back
all of these b-tches they finna come back
all of my b-tches
all of my coupes
smoking the green inside of the room
all of my diamonds
500 coffins
500 racks
loui v shorts in the back of the bag
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
portion the tag
re with the f-g
she from the nag
loui v bag
all of my racks
500 tags, 20 my bag
better get back

verse 2 (goodone):

kov and the shley yeah we stay on they tail
my watch be so icy they think it is hail
ill send you a shooter delivered like mail
and my dog ain’t scared, he fresh of the bail
can’t speak our language to you an enigma
my money in series, that sh-t come in sigmas
been making cents, like cash be your stigma
my sh-t be flowing, you is abysmal
counting the money, getting them bands
toting the pole like im paladin danse
all of my hoes, all of my boys
mans at your house, he just a decoy
lui borboran, leave your mans snoring
you stay in a honda, we pull up in foreign
knocked him in the head, yeah we had your mans guanning
beat his ass up and he thought we were sparring
your girl hit me up, she calling me darling
man she hit me first, don’t blame me for parting
koav hit me up said he need a collab
shots at his feet make him walk like a crab
man prath blessed this beat, pratham on the track
before he came on it man this sh-t was wack
put that 40 on your wrist ill leave you sh-ll shocked
i swerve on the hoes and i cuff her with my padlock
i got her in the scope with the red dot
i thought you said it’s you and her forever man, guess not

verse 3 (harish the slum god):

yeah
yeah
yeah
roses are red
diamonds are blue
making these buckets like im uncle drew
keep these sh-ts booking
this beat is cooking
your b-tch in the kitchen
cats running like chicken
watcho ass when you cross my parade
223’s leave you hollow get sprayed
ash turning these bars into ashes
icy neck, whipping waves, ooo splashes
drop the loui v sound like a base
same income, same digits ooo gimme some
hate flows down here like pennywise
but these bars got their head spinning clockwise

- goodone and harish the slum god

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