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letra de run it up - izbandz

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[intro]
only real n-gg-s relate

[chorus]
run up this money i need me a check
i need me a house, i need me a lex, i need me this money i gotta finesse
god on my side now i’m feeling blessed, my k!llas gon’ ride they up at ya neck
free all my guys they callin’ collect, you n-gg-s p-ssy you so indirect if i hear you talkin’ i’m up at ya neck. x2

[verse 1]
i gotta get it gotta feed my fam, was me & momma i ain’t had no dad. f-cked w some bousins cause i knew they had me, n-body loved me harder than my granny. nowhere to go so i’d sleep w my auntie, looked like a trap man, it was nothin fancy, hung w ogs they pulled up in a caddy, i want a foreign swerving’ w a baddie, i need this money thats what make me happy, you talkin’ down and thats when sh-t get nasty, popped like a pimple i ain’t talking’ acne, p-ssy n-gg-s steady wearin’ panties, choppas on me know they came in handy, spent time alone they ain’t understand me, run up this money i need me a check, i need me a house, i need a..

[chorus]
run up this money i need me a check
i need me a house, i need me a lex, i need me this money i gotta finesse
god on my side now i’m feeling blessed, my k!llas gon’ ride they up at ya neck
free all my guys they callin’ collect, you n-gg-s p-ssy you so indirect if i hear you talkin’ i’m up at ya neck. x2

[verse 2]
i’m from the bottom we ain’t eva had sh-t, learned from the thugs all i did was bad sh-t, ain’t had no shoes everybody laughin, i started rappin, they started actin’, pounds of that loud & we was out here trapping’ when i was down they disappeared like magic, seen n-gg-s die man all this sh-t is tragic i gotta check split it w my bad bih, he think i’m playing’ say “iz he a b-tch” next i see em 15 out the clip, crushin’ his dreams he restin’ in p-ss, ain’t w the schemes ain’t plottin’ on sh-t, ball out the gym like karim no -ssist or kidnap his team bet he next on the list, i need me some bands or some ice on my wrist if rappin’ don’t work then i’m back to the kitch

[chorus]
run up this money i need me a check
i need me a house, i need me a lex, i need me this money i gotta finesse
god on my side now i’m feeling blessed, my k!llas gon’ ride they up at ya neck
free all my guys they callin’ collect, you n-gg-s p-ssy you so indirect if i hear you talkin’ i’m up at ya neck. x2

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