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letra de who run it freestyle - young m.a

[intro]
oh yeah
oh, this what we doin’
shout out to the homie g herbo, man
you know i had to get on this, man
uh

[verse]
big pimpin’, spendin’ gs
twenty racks in the back of jeans
tatted sleeves, patek freeze
pretty n-gga, that indeed
thottie with me, black and cream
african, j-panese
i just call her blackanese
i’m just gonna tap that and leave
i don’t leave the house unless i got a bag waitin’ for me at the front door
if you short on my cash, thirty n-ggas hoppin’ out a uber truck
so don’t try your luck, hoes down to f-ck
top floor of the hotel
smokin’ weed in the bathroom, put the shower on so it’s no smell
street cold, don’t tell
but i’d rather live where it’s no h-ll
it’s funny how hatin’ n-ggas be the ones who names ring no bells
oh well, my b-tch bad
and her p-ssy got a soap smell
she a model, nah she a model
she a little bougie
and i’m just tryna put this big wet tongue on top of that coochie
earlier she a little mad at me, she a little moody
sometimes i don’t understand the b-tch, she a little confusing
like half the time i don’t be even doin’ sh-t, and she be -ssuming
like i ain’t loyal or somethin’
you act like i don’t call you or somethin’
you act like you a little spoiled or somethin’
is you hot like you boiling somethin’?
so all you rappers it’s a rap for you like aluminum foil or somethin’
better crown her, came from the ground up, from the soil or somethin’
been ’bout it, every n-gga with me poppin’ like oil or somethin’
i was slackin’, had to get on track like i’m recordin’ or somethin’
i hear a lot of talk, but honestly they ain’t really talkin’ ’bout nothin’
and nowadays i don’t trust a thing, so i ain’t really sure about nothin’
i just f-cked your b-tch in givenchy flip flops
and yeah we spendin’ money, but we also spin blocks
bend blocks, shout out my n-gga jezz, big opps
they ain’t open up them doors, i had to pick locks
free bobby, free rowdy, free the whole 9
got lit on my own n-gga, didn’t need a cosign
it’s red lyfe, no red lights, green lights go time
but before you get on the road, n-gga make sure you know your road signs
he asked did i f-ck his b-tch, i said “uh yeah n-gga, four times”
my s-x drive longer than my show lines, make her c-m in no time
rl that’s the bro sign, can’t come in, we got closed sign
can’t hang here, this is not a clothesline
f-ck around and get clotheslined
no ghostwriter, i wrote mine
wrote the whole rap and the whole rhyme
they like “ma, where the album at?”
i just need a lil’ more time
i got guns, but if i ain’t usin’ it, no need to show mine
don’t mean i won’t blow, ma
b-tch n-gga, you could blow, ma
in the club i drink out the bottle, ain’t no need to even pour mine
stripper b-tches don’t like me ’cause i get money and don’t throw mine
y’all n-ggas can’t f-ck with me, ain’t gotta say it, you already know why
if i had a d-ck, you could suck it
if i had nuts, you could hold mine

[outro]
i said, if i had some nuts, you could hold mine
haha
if i had some nuts, you could hold mine
f-ck y’all n-ggas
ooh, ooh, ooh
ooh, ooh

- young m a

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