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letra de on the run - roc marciano

[intro]
forever on the run, forever on the run
forever on the run, forever on the run
forever on the run, forever on the run

[verse 1: roc marciano]
forever on the run, forever on the run
forever on the run, forever on the run
yeah i’m second to none
i kept a gun but i need an extra one
sterling chopper and an f1….ugh
sterling chopper and an f1
word to reverend run
i pray there’s a heaven for thugs and they let us up
iceberg sweaters when your lettuce up
everything the big homie said registered
but we still lift the register
case in point before we take a coin first case the joint
catch him up early with a cup of taster’s choice
duct tape his face he ain’t make noise
can’t make the neighbors annoyed
if so i’m taking off 40 gangster points playboy
prada ostrich slides i was ostracized
hiding from the 5 and the blockas
but i’m not c-ckeyed
cops spied with robins in the skies
my face live on fox 5 it’s safe to say i’m… (d-mn)
did my share of dirt i’m just sharing my hurt
i know you heard i got fancy footwork, i been turnt
i ain’t just pop up with work out the woodwork
i’m good with turning paper ya heard, i’m a bookworm
ugh…yeah
chases at high speed fake ids
last of a dying breed
whoever got beef we grind meat with the canine t–th
could never walk a straight line
baby that’s just not me
i’m on the….
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[chorus: roc marciano]
forever on the run, forever on the run
forever on the run, forever on the run
yeah i’m second to none
i kept a gun but i need an extra one
im on the…
forever on the run, forever on the run
forever on the run, forever on the run
yeah i’m second to none
i kept a gun but i need an extra one
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[verse 2: jay worthy]
on the run like a snotty nose kid i ducked a bid
she went brazy when i slid in her ribs
started to trip
had the d’s go run in my brib looking for john
b-tch said i had a hunnid in cash, but it was gone
devil hoe, you will never catch p
n-gga i’m gone
used to make her catch [?] in the street until the morn’
how the f-ck you gon’ turn on me?
you smoking dust?
i took care of that b-tchass kid, your only son
stopped f-ckin’ all my hoes, bout 30
i ain’t the one
you gon’ understand this pimpin’ is real
and ain’t no love
slipped up and started f-ckin’ on susan
p-ssy was good
plus i know her ass need me
she really like from the hood
but all b-tches be the same
you ain’t know that kid?
that’s why i be by my lonely and don’t trust no b-tch
that’s why i’m still sippin’ [?] hangin’ out on fig
it’s worth..

- roc marciano

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