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letra de run it up - rey morado

[verse 1]
i cannot understand it, just call it destiny, like a necessity
all dese b-tches wanna mess wit me message me, must got that crack in the recipe
p-ss ha the pipe, she hooked now, lil n-gg- so she gotta look down
baby dis ain’t wat ya used to, watch like youtube pull it out shook ground
i really…couldn’t care less for the small talk
im anxious when they engage, im tryna strategize m-th-f-ck all yall
’cause all the juice that i got ain’t payin’ the rent i water whip the dishes for it
seven twenty five no interest for it, introverted what you curvin’ b-tches for
sh-t really, sh-t really happen and all i can do is chuckle, tummy juggle my belt buckle
i ain’t cuttin’ the power fade be a liar if i tol’ you i still brush it
i would prolly need a steel comb, m-ss public in a coma still
demons and doubts frolic in my dome, don’t fit the mold of my domicile f-ck it
a young n-gg- gone say f-ck 12, almost got caught up like 12 times
knock on wood, i got nine lives, heard she f-ckin’ wit me through da grapevine

[chorus]
okay i might try to run it up, but
d-mned if a n-gg- take mine
i might try to run it up, ugh
i’ma i’ma i’ma break spine

[verse 2]
i feel like bane bet dis strong be my venom, bong deliver to my brain
breaking bones into slivers how n-gg-s get offended when i ask ’em pay me silver
but f-ck it i ain’t brokenhearted wit it, made me a martyr for my vision
ridin’ waves like its marta, modern day bullsh-t, you ain’t no artist n-gg-
heh, had to keep it honest witcha, amygdala burnin’ like marks form switches
or cheap -ss swishers i’m the wicker man, huey sittin’ rifle in my hand
card up my sleeve, always up at the crack a dawn, like what the f-ck is sleep
antisocial hoe ain’t f-ckin’ me, then get the f-ck from me ain’t into cuckery
(hol up my)
hol’ up my funds and sack low, i’ma have to roll a riddle c
a point five a make two a those, if the pack blessed might just float a three
blue game one o’six life, i hit the counter and they know it’s me
she say she see me all the time in my pajamas i’m like yea hoe you notice me
shiiit throw me that throat for free, rey songz they love me like jodeci
penny penchin’ through this life invention when i die bury me wit like forty freaks
shawty tol’ me that i look tired, i’m like…hoe you know i’m geeked
-ss lookin’ like it’s lotus meat, all i need is one time, quota beat
(young n-gg-)
young n-gg- fed up wit everythang won’t slang paranoid what’s comin’ next
can’t n-body understand me, sick of explainin’, i’ma step over necks

[chorus]
okay i might try to run it up, but
d-mned if a n-gg- take mine
i might try to run it, ugh
i’ma i’ma have to break spine

- rey morado

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