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letra de run (mashup) - last-dude

[chorus: pop smoke & juice wrld]
she want a star (woo)
she wanna f-ck ’cause she know who we are
these hoes be dirty, i ain’t hittin’ ’em raw
when it come to hoes, i got b-tches galore
she wanna grip that, l!ck that, ask where the stick at
freak b-tch put my d-ck where her lips at
she goin’ all gas, no chit-chat
she goin’ all gas, no chit-chat
ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (bum)
here come that boy with the drum
if i pull it out, then that boy gonna run
if he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
i go dumb, dumb, dumb
air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped
f-ck what they say, they know that i’m gucci
pull up with a pump-pump-pump (ayy, ayy)

[verse 1: juice wrld]
cutthroat, love it when thеy run, ho
knife on the ak, stab ’em with a gun, ho
hoppin’ in that mosh pit, i was tryna ragе sh-t
it’s a different day, it’s like n-ggas on the same sh-t, i hate it
rich like a white b-tch, i should go blonde, b-tch
i put my d-ck up in your mom, b-tch
you ain’t on sh-t dot-com, b-tch
desert eagle, take his head off, make it fly like a comet
glizzy crank your ass like soulja boy, screamin’, “yah, b-tch”
[verse 2: xxxtentacion]
okay, i’m turnt
at the party, f-ck ’round, p-ssy boy, and you get burnt
actin’ up, you actin’ buff, you f-ck ’round, you get murked
these n-ggas b-tches, mm, i get it
sauce, b-tch, i’m with it, uh, i get it
shots at your fitted, mm, i did it
yuh, i did it, yuh, i did it
n-ggas askin’ where i get my drip at
told a n-gga throw a backpack, n-gga, back-back, hmm
asking for the money, where your racks at?
if you ain’t my brother, told a f-ck n-gga “hush that”, uh
cartier, cartier, throwing shade, uh
asian b-tch really like to crochet, uh
and my wrist never like throwing shade, uh
came to the crib off of kool-aid, ayy

[chorus: pop smoke & ski mask the slump god]
she want a star (woo)
she wanna f-ck ’cause she know who we are
these hoes be dirty, i ain’t hittin’ ’em raw
when it come to hoes, i got b-tches galore
she wanna grip that, l!ck that, ask where the stick at
freak b-tch put my d-ck where her lips at
she goin’ all gas, no chit-chat
she goin’ all gas, no chit-chat
ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (bum)
here come that boy with the drum
if i pull it out, then that boy gonna run
if he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
i go dumb, dumb, dumb
air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped
f-ck what they say, they know that i’m gucci
pull up with a pump-pump-pump (yup, yup)
[verse 3: ski mask the slump god]
i got surveillance on satellite of your b-tch plans tonight
for me, she ride tonight, um
i am the bright of the darker times
just like her bedroom, man, i am her night light of, um
no bands, if i’m superman then that’s kryptonite, um
goin’ in like a dimple or like a cellulite, um
see you a fan but you kinda bitin’, you termite
and now i’m heatin’ up, feelin’ throwed like a thermite, uh
n-ggas be still like birth
i can recognize that you pie, but you lies with the worst
i could put his face on a shirt
got him breakdancin’ ’cause i’m with a little uzi, no vert
like where the children be, gotta be kiddin’ me
damage ’em, i think they sick of my tyranny
goku spirit bomb this whole d-mn vicinity
treat ’em like a moon mission, land on ’em literally

[verse 4: pop smoke]
.44 barkin’ (ayy, huh), louder than a church choir (huh)
i do a drill in a suit (huh), then i change my attire (look)
she throw her ass back, in a quick sec’
change her clothes and then make a snapchat
then she gon’ talk about it on her facebook
i’m like, “baby, i thought we was past that”
[chorus: pop smoke]
she want a star (woo)
she wanna f-ck ’cause she know who we are
these hoes be dirty, i ain’t hittin’ ’em raw
when it come to hoes, i got b-tches galore
she wanna grip that, l!ck that, ask where the stick at
freak b-tch put my d-ck where her lips at
she goin’ all gas, no chit-chat
she goin’ all gas, no chit-chat
ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (bum)
here come that boy with the drum
if i pull it out, then that boy gonna run
if he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
i go dumb, dumb, dumb
air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped
f-ck what they say, they know that i’m gucci
pull up with a pump-pump-pump (pop, pop, pop)

- last dude

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