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letra de ran it up - gunna

[verse 1]
they keep sayin’ i’m hot, tryna keep my cool
i was on cloud 9, woke up on the moon
told the feds free goon, he like a mixtape coming soon
i like her vibe, she cool
let her try my shrooms
s-xy mama, lеt her try my, let her drivе my car
i’ma let her try, she a ride or die, i done raised the bar
they can’t see my scars, they don’t know my heart
they prepared for this war, they can’t tell that this ours

[chorus]
bossed up your whole team, they mad at us
i’m back shoppin’ overseas, ain’t had enough
my boss b-tch, her patek buss
baguette wrist, i don’t never touch
biscotti spliffs, i’m rollin’ dutch
i’m h-lla rich, i ran it up
ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up
ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, ran it, i swear to god
we ran it up, they pressin’ charges, scared of us
love my dawg, he ain’t never stuck
we workin’ hard, ain’t never luck
[verse 2]
these n-ggas sl!ck, throw shots, tryna blow my high
this a inside job, n-ggas playing both sides
pockets inside-out, broke, feds don’t pay them no mind
i didn’t need n0body co-sign
finger like glitters, all of them shine
he is not a loc, he no real slime, he ain’t none of my kind
he is not a goat, not in his time, i can see it, ain’t blind
i’ma get her, she fine
bentley hold her by the sides
p-ssy deep i’m bout to dive
super soaker, slippy slatt

- gunna

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