Rich Dunk – Run It Lyrics

Rich Dunk – Run It Lyrics
Run It
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    "Run It." - Rich Dunk

    Album: It's Dunk
    Track No: 03
    It's Dunk
    Yeah (Haha)
    Bruh, bruh
    Watch this, pussy
    Run that shit back, Khi
    Brrr

    I got the choppas that will flip a burger (Grrrrrr)
    Run up on me, I got something that will hurt ya (Bow, bow, bow)
    Keep talking shit, watching Migos commercials (Migos commercial)
    When I blow up, need a car with some curtains (With some curtains)
    In the back, getting head, while I'm smoking, I'm nervous (Uh, uh, uh)
    Police in my city, boy they be lurkin' (On God)
    They shoot your ass, lay you under a curtain (On God)
    She say little pussy, she say that it's working (She working)
    I'm in the trap, say that it's working (I'm working)
    My bitch, she mad, she swear I be flirting (I'm not)
    I fuck her good, I fuck her in my verses (Haha)
    I'm at the top, you at the bottom
    That's what makes us different, 'cause nigga, I'm working (Stupid)
    Water too deep, better dive perfect (Perfect)
    Pretty little feet, give me head, no purpose (Free, free)
    Little nigga fire, but your nigga nervous (Bow, bow, bow)
    Need to sit down, before we get Herpes (Herpes)
    You need to sit down, before we get t-shirt (T-shirt)
    She want it hard (Hard), text at the re-work (Work)
    In your garage, wait 'till you go to work (Haha)
    Business, on God, are we gon' hit him first?
    I might just shoot him and take him to Mexico (Ooh, ooh)
    I got the gas bags like we Texaco
    But I finessed them, I sold them oregano (Gang)
    If you see me again, it's gon' be problems though (Fuck)
    But I stay strapped, so I ain't worried ho (Bow, bow, bow)
    My homies strapped, so it's gon' be double dose (Grrrrrrr)
    I own these bags, I serve 'em in envelopes (Haha)
    Been on my ass, my nigga I can't sit no more (I can't)
    She little dumb, she wanted head some more (She do)
    Play with the liquor, so nigga I'm sipping slow (I am)
    I don't take pillies, 'cause nigga I lose it ho (I will)
    Going in the trunk, nigga like what for? (Why?)
    Better be on you before niggas start hitting, fool (Wow, wow)
    I washed my hands with these niggas, I'm finished fool (I'm done)
    She used to fuck with you but she say she done with you (She done)
    She see my dreads, that shit won't fuck with you, bitch (Haha)

    Done with you
    She see my dreads, that shit won't fuck with you, bitch

    Writer(s): Davion Lee Clyburn.

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