letra de run my bands up - tyler kinng
[chorus]:
all of my b-tches but you can run up a check
and all of them b-tches you got they don’t do sh-t
i gotta couple of b-tches that’s gone remind them
you gotta couple of b-tches that do what they can
i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe
that’s gone run my bands
i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe
that’s gone run my bands
[verse 1]:
fresh out the bando shooting shoe come fore
slapping your b-tch she playing games
this ain’t nintendo no
fresher than peppermint
she get the boot no timberland
if a group of f-ck n-gg-s are starting an organization
then you’d be the president shoot you like mega man
her p-ssy felt heaven sent
murk to all of you n-gg-s that n-body f-cking with me
like i’m selling bent, make a b-tch drip, out of her clothes
cadillac goes pockets all swole like like
when you buss a n-gg- nose
i keep that chopper like its my id
leave a b-tch stuck like a cat in the tree
bands are running the black of track knee
b-tch getting kicked out the door like bruce lee
the chopper is on me better come with an army
woke up in p-ssy this morning
i was bussing nuts before i was even yawnng
[chorus]:
all of my b-tches but you can run up a check
and all of them b-tches you got they don’t do sh-t
i gotta couple of b-tches that’s gone remind them
you gotta couple of b-tches that do what they can
i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe
that’s gone run my bands
i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe
that’s gone run my bands
[verse 2]:
i got some bands on me
i got some xans on me
young n-gg- been all around the world
i ain’t talking geography
all the side b-tches of the side of me
all my ride or dies gone ride for me
i got a four
f-ck i be leaning like molly and bro
i’m bout to catch a body
i’m bout to pop molly
i’m bout to get me another chopper
so i dare one you p-ssy n-gg-s to come try me
drumming [ ] ghost
caspar lifty nasa
they see that a n-gg- is fly so they gone come bite me like a tarantula
try me and ima shoot
n-gg- getting high with no parachute
get your -ss kicked like a pair of shoes
put your -ss on the 8 o clock news
p-ssy ain’t you n-gg- where your push back
i’m just tryna found out where the kush at
if you snitch you get smoked like a kush sack
these b-tches addicting like good crack
[chorus]:
all of my b-tches but you can run up a check
and all of them b-tches you got they don’t do sh-t
i gotta couple of b-tches that’s gone remind them
you gotta couple of b-tches that do what they can
i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe
that’s gone run my bands
i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe, i gotta hoe
that’s gone run my bands
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