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letra de run! - prohject

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[verse 1: prohject]
i might just whip in the audi
i might just bust in her body
i might pull up in a rari
when we pull up to the party
bih’ gimme face in a mazi
imma pull up with a shotty
bih gimme face gimme sloppy
don’t take no jabs we take shots b
keep replying to me tweets
because when i see you imma let the choppa eat
n-ggas always want some beef
they on some weird sh-t every week
all you n-ggas are some goofies
you be f-ckin’ b-tches off the roofies
in the lambo in the 2 seat
in the beamer we be shooting
all my n-ggas they are ruthless
if a n-gga talking stupid
we might leave his b-tch -ss toothelss
you not gangsta who you foolin’
hold up
louis v bag
we coming back
i might pull up with a blade and a strap
f-ck on that b-tch and i c-m in her -ss
pull up to a club and we all blowin’ racks
yuh
pull up to the club and we all blowin’ racks
all of you n-ggas some rats
late night in the ally you digging for trash
you cannot f-ck with the gang you get bagged
pump you with lead and we leave yo -ss fat

[verse 2: kxgune]
i pull up with yo b-tch
put em in my 20 stacks
put it up with my wrist
n-ggas hit with 20 stacks
put your bih on the ground
n-ggas try to fight me down
n-ggas hit on the frown
n-ggas hit me, always frown
b-tch you a p-ssy boy
b-tch you a p-ssy boy
b-tch you a p-ssy boy
b-tch you a p-ssy boy
try to slap me, try to fight me
hit me with that f-cking sh-t
i don’t play with yo wrist
tryna do some some sh-t
imma f-ck you up
maxxkii hit you with the truck
aye
imma get
imma spit all on your grave aye
i don’t play with sh-t
imma hit you n-ggas up,aye
putting you n-ggas down
n-ggas look around, oh your b-tch tonight n-ggas gonna cry
n-ggas gonna fight
n-ggas hit yo vice
n-ggas hit the slice put it in your dice
n-ggas put the light
n-ggas see the light
put that gun to yo head, let it rip
let it red
n-ggas gonna die tonight
n-ggas gonna die tonight
put that gun to yo head, let that sh-t
let it red
really gonna die tonight
n-ggas gonna die tonight
put that sh-t to yo head
n-ggas gonna be red
put that pistol to yo neck
blade to yo throat
n-ggas gonna be dying
put it in that fire
n-ggas don’t wanna be crying
n-ggas don’t wanna be lying
n-ggas don’t wanna be frying
n-ggas don’t wanna be hitting hands
always wanna play some games with that gun and then
wanna put it up
maxxkii gonna play
in the night then put that blade down

[verse 3: maxxkii]
run through that b-tch like usian
eat on the p-ssy like chow mein
eat a f-ck n-gga on the food chain
make a b-tch sing like tpain
disconnect and then resurrect, for the disrespect, i ain’t travis scott if you a f-cking opp ima make your spirit astro project
i’m rocking red like i’m inyuasha
these old n-gga ancient luigi palma
you n-ggas is scary like creepy pasta
feel like darth vader i am your father
run just like dash get mad
and then i blast
this my clan you a stan
you gone f-cking make em clash
i don’t show no pity
i want smoke like windy city
i be sipping on my tea
then i f-ck on mrs piggy
i don’t follow rules i f-ck up sh-t in front of the committee
knock that hoodie off your head now you dead just like kenny
i been working on my projects and i flow just like i’m kxgune
ima make your body float just like it’s the pontoon
b-tch do not give me no att-tude
n-gga want smoke he get barbecued
i want that sh-t hot like its devil food
my drip in the freezer like frozen food
i am miraculous
squad full of savages
become a hero
and k!ll the antagonist
you’re not a god
you are so f-cking blasphemous
this my -n-lysis
i am too hot and i murder my challengers
claim to be god but mirror a sacrilege
born as a demon but wanna be pacifist rerun
you a hitter with a paint gun
you a artist oh sh-t you got a spray gun
i can shoot it and i know that i can take one
your afterlife and your spirit just became one
my nature’s arboretums
won’t lie i’m uxorious
i am a b-st-rd but at least i’m inglorious
put a n-gga in box and then we pack him up and roll em like a suit case
sweet 16 lil b-tch with a fruit cake
and a trip to sp-ce with a tattooed face to make a motherf-cker get tied like a shoelace
yes i wanted one on one but the crew came
we’ll forget that you existed in about two days
my b-tch is art mona lisa
my clone live in costa rica
closing drumline finally the declaration of my world no justin bieber
n-gga nice to meet ya like a vegetarian eating sausage pizza with no one around b-tch you ain’t sl!ck heard you be hating just get off of my d-ck, they call me the king i’m a global leader, she ski on my d-ck like it’s la molina
imma go in
ah, imma f-cking stop

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