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letra de who run it - morbid clique & playboy the beast

[intro: dj thmc]
dj t-h-m-c

[verse 1: jim jonez]
i’ma show your f-cking b-tches that i run the game
upper drug intake ’cause i’m tired of your f-cking face
faking it to bl–dy win, when i blow your f-cking brains
i’ma be the last one standing like it was the hunger games
if you wanna be the dude that talks sh-t
just stop it, these hands i could level your whole block with
you know i got it, for the taking like i shoplift
you were training when i rock this
get a fist up in your socket
awe sh-t, not like it’s john wick i box with
you’re toxic, weed’s allowed in weeks like an armpit
yep, you heard me
on my verses i’m so dirty
i p-ss my own pants on stage like i’m fergie
morbid clique versus playboy the beast
dumping dope, i staying blazed like with cheech
f-ck it, your mouth, you should shut it
better recognize ’cause we the ones who run it
[chorus: novelty rapps & charlie lucky]
who run it? morbid clique b-tch
who run it? murder music
f-ck around and found out, get found face-down
with your mu’f-cking pockets hanging out, hah
who run it? morbid clique b-tch
who run it? murder music
f-ck around and found out, get found face-down
with your mu’f-cking pockets hanging out, hah

[verse 2: lucky]
who the f-ck can it be walking this way g?
it’s the incredible motherf-cking charlie lucky
and he’s about to count to three for you wack emcees
i’ll set you free then i’ll smoke you like some bomb-ass tree, yo
it’s morbid clique and x-rated in the building
dropping dope sh-t, don’t give a f-ck if you don’t feel it
a microphone k!ller representing hip-hop
spit that real sh-t, i don’t be doing trip-hop
whatever the f-ck that is, now let me do my steelo
you better take off while you can like a helo that coming to pick up my kilo
all i do is sit and write and making murder music
i write rhymes in my sleep, that’s how i never lose it
we taking the bottoms off pitchers, then dumping the body, we did it for gotti
pulling the trigger because of my hottie, now get in the f-cking bugatti
i’m never gonna stop flowing ’til i get the green
molest the microphone like i’m jeffrey epstein
[chorus: novelty rapps & charlie lucky]
who run it? morbid clique b-tch
who run it? murder music
f-ck around and found out, get found face-down
with your mu’f-cking pockets hanging out, hah
who run it? morbid clique b-tch
who run it? murder music
f-ck around and found out, get found face-down
with your mu’f-cking pockets hanging out, hah

[verse 3: playboy the beast]
hate it or love it, it don’t matter b-tch, you knowing who run it
i sold my soul but i would never be no industry puppet
keep them twigs on me baby, just like my name’s kirby puckett
i used to care about opinions, but now i’m living like f-ck it
so p-ssy, miss me with that f-ck sh-t
you n-ggas is f-ckwits
rapping ’bout they guns on every track but never bust sh-t
n-ggas used to ride with me, sh-t hit the fan and they all jumped ship
running for the police when they see me, you a tough snitch
your wife be knowing who run it and that’s the reason she gon’ suck d-ck
you a stepping stone, we the one’s she really won’t f-ck with
proud boy representer so you know i’m ducking feds
like when i step inside the venue my enemies duck they heads
i prefer to throw them hands but i resort to bucking lead
i come to run this sh-t p-ssy, i know you heard what the f-ck i said
all my little scr-ppy sh-t, i’m getting crunk and busting heads
took too many shots, i’m blacking out, all i see is red

- morbid clique playboy the beast

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