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letra de who run it - ro$ama

[intro: juicy j & bigxthaplug]
juice got weed juice got pills
juice got the work on the corner cuttin deals
juice know you haters out there snitchin ain’t for real
so juice got some gang n-ggas down for the k!ll (tony coles)
juice got-
ayy who run it, who run it?
b-tch we run it ayy, let’s go
(who run it)
(who run it)
(who run it)
(who run it)

[verse 1: bigxthaplug]
ayy (juice got weed)
who run it, n-gga know me
when it come to this beef, i’ll post where you sleep til the next sunday
i’ll cut off his hood like i’m ted bundy
i’m so deep in these streets that i can’t even sleep, tryna see how to eat til the next morning
then i get up and get it like steve harvеy, get that bread extra еarly, i be chartin’
bro just got a new stick that’s a big carti, but this drac’ with the wood, it’s a bit larger
i been ballin, come through like i’m vince carter, some of these n-ggas good but i been harder
made a whole 100k just to step on the stage, i was just making plays, tryna feed carter
n-ggas don’t want the fade i’m a good barber, pistol-play watch me bang out a blue charter
all these diamonds legit, boy this sh-t water, you ain’t wearing your sh-t boy, i drip harder
i been up for minute you just started, sparked a wood, that b-tch smell like i just farted
he a b-tch oh he gangster, you just started, he was just on my, lemme be quiet
they say just move in silence, i been solid, you was never the gang if you wasn’t riding, hey
[bridge: ro$ama]
who run it, we run it
who run it, we run it
who run it?, we run it yeah
(ah ah ah ah, how i do it!)

[verse 2: ro$ama]
we was outside before three (‘fore three), n-gga that’s an inside thing (that’s a inside)
no herbo or lil uzi vert, we been runnin’ sh-t since the inside lane (on god)
i been making stains before i met deion, when it was just me and t-way (on crip)
dressed in all black like a saint (like a who?), n-gga still making plays in the rain (oh god)
i need a sl-t like emma rose (like who?), but a brown skin b-tch like emma red (ugh)
n-gga ask me who runnin’ n-gga, 600 laps, some holding sh-t down like the last leg
how the f-ck we keep lapping these n-ggas, we came in the game when they was ahead (they was gone)
and the diamonds still slice in the water, no n-ggas who k!lled for a leaf of some bread
n-gga ask me who runnin’ the gang (huh), but im just keeping my pace (pace), glock 23, three 40s on me, n-gga feel like a big man race
i coulda took over asap, b-tch im just keeping it g, ask me who runnin’ this sh-t one more time and b-tch imma cut off your feet (ayy, come here n-gga)

- roama

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