letra de thee run up bitch freestyle - theevibe
[intro]
y’all hoes know what the f-ckin’ vibes is
[verse]
yo, i get the money, get a bag, then i do the dash
b-tches hatin’ on me, ’cause i make they n-gga nut fast
i put a ski on, and you b-tches know that it’s demon time
b-tches hit my line, do a crime, i ain’t doin’ time
i get a beat, and then i’m quick to bring the heat
that n-gga b-tch so trash, i’m what he really wanna eat
i’m quick to get a pin, and write a b-tch up like a novel
b-tches givin’ lower shelf, i’m steady givin’ top bottle (mwah)
a doll face, even with no f-ckin’ makeup on
yo’ n-gga ken to my barbie, know that n-gga gone
you hoes a game, i’m the king, you my f-ckin’ p-wn
b-tches act like pests, you a weed, time to mow the lawn
steady cookin’, all these b-tches wanna beef
takin’ all they n-ggas, you can call my ass a thief
a spicy b-tch, but i got him thinkin’ i’ma treat
these b-tches copyin’ my style, but you know they can’t compete
i step in any room, and i got every b-tch froze
the ice up on my neck got you sniffin’, wipe yo’ nose
they wonder what’s my secret, ask yo’ n-gga, bet he know
but i ain’t f-ckin’ with no dh n-gga, he just for the hoes (mwah)
like evil twin, you know i’m givin’ out smoke
ya life a joke, pockets broke, and ya doin’ coke
i’m new to this, how i’m better than you already?
i’m a young fly b-tch, and you b-tches lookin’ sweaty
you lookin’ sh-tty, but i’m givin’ top tier
no other b-tch up on my level, b-tch, drop a tear
bum b-tches talkin’ sh-t, i feel it in my ear
but when i find out who was talkin’ bet these b-tches havin’ fear
the coldest hot girl, b-tches really blowin’ me
yo’ n-gga with the b-tches in the back tryna blow on me the hardest in the city, ain’t no n-gga showin’ it
been givin’ me little, why the f-ck would i be wantin’ it?
i’m bossed up, and i’m turnin’ up the flame ho
i got ’em so obsessed with me, they love to say the name, ho
wild card, these n-ggas wanna try to tame ho
but b-tches cannot step to me, ’cause checkin’ ain’t the game though
i’m heatin’ up, i’m on you rappin’ b-tches ass
you can’t compete, i’ma elite, different class
that n-gga left you, ’cause yo’ ass stiff like some plastic
you hoes delusional, granny rollin’ in her casket
[outro]
you weak b-tches know what’s up
you wack hoes know what the f-ck is good
ready for any one of you motherf-ckin’ b-tches, yeah
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