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letra de run! - ifn akai

[intro]
aye get it, longboystyle
slaggers, ha
yeah, aye, aye

[verse 1]
shawty give me head, uh, yuh, hm, at the bleachers
f-ckin’ on these n-gga’s b-tch, and they teachers
if you wanna smoke n-gga, blood up on my t-shirt
i’ma face-f-cker, uh yuh, until i take her
shawty give me head, uh, yuh, hm, at the bleachers
f-ckin’ on these n-gga’s b-tch, and they teachers
if you wanna smoke n-gga, blood up on my t-shirt
i’ma face-f-cker, uh yuh, until i take her
[verse 2]
you might need a dentist, huh
hit yo’ b-tch like tennis, huh
pass hеr when they finish, huh
rub up on my denim skull
yuh, i might k!ll ‘еm, huh
choppa get to drillin’ uh
come up to yo’ dome, n-gga how the f-ck you feeling? aye!

[verse 3]
uh, trick her like vasoline
uh, i’m at the gasoline
uh, she offer a pint of lean
uh, somebody come get their pete
uh, if you want up my team
uh, you cannot f-ck with me
uh, i cannot f-ck wit’ you
uh, we callin’ up machines

[verse 4: wavehi]
how-how-how the f-ck you feel pullin’ up this sh-t i’m cashed out
choppa sent ’em fallen yeah i feel like it’s a blacked out
smile now
i came with ridin’ she backed out
feel like a b-tch yeah i come with a knife, yeah!
and i ain’t really said anything but a check
go suck those changes so my disposition did too
i just hit her phone to pull up to the crib she brought you
foreign lookin’ shorties in the wrists got their tattoos
they keep talkin’ sl!ck i had to cack ’em up and smack you
acting for who i want when i bootin’ this sh-t up
i’m like a buddha that doing the sit-ups
talkin’ between noise split it’s in the middle
here are my labors they got their heads spinnin’ like baby of riddles
but that sh-t ain’t nothin’ but taste of the rainbow
pull out the mac and i hang out the rangle
i went to class and i’m sick with the angles
i’m putting ’em on blast and i’m breaking their ankles
[verse 5]
yeah, roll ’em like a perc for fun n-gga you gon’ get merc
if you talkin’ you gon’ get worked
your feet talkin’ i’m on alert
yeah, aye
run, better run, with that gun, in yo’ head
yeah, he f-cked but his body smokin’ runts ’til i’m bent
b-tches get it, b-tches get it, b-tches on demand
yeah
f-ckin’ with these b-tches you gon’ f-ck up all my plans, aye

[verse 6: ha7o the saiyan]
i can’t do emotions
sales to the ear, make him think he hear the ocean
i went from ashy to classy, these diamonds moist like lotion
beware all the commotion, pull up tell me what’s the notion?
health down, he need a potion, take his sword that’s the motion
wait, i’m just speakin’ facts
say, choppa blow like sacks
bring the pain no method man i got the glocks out like macs
he won’t smoke then he can run up and get hit like he some wax
i (aye) ain’t stinky but i keep that chopper sprayin’ like some acts

[verse 7]
run this sh-t, run this sh-t, heard he actin’ like a b-tch
slagger sh-t, slagger sh-t, b-tch i’m rollin’ with a clip
money flip, money flip, b-tch i’m chilling by the zip
pop a perc, go berserk, k!ll ’em make him do the jerk
hit ’em once, hit ’em twice, leave his body in the dirt
smokin’ broke pain, b-tch i feel like liu kang
i’ma start a hurricane
chop up boutta blow his brains
aye, b-tch i’m servin’ fifths
yuh, give yo’ b-tch a bean
yuh hoppin’ out the ‘sine yuh
yuh! haha

- ifn akai

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