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Mary J. Blige
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Christopher Brent Wood
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Donald Earle Jr. De Grate
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Cardo Got Wings
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Johnny Juliano
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Dpat
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Isaiah “ibmixing” Brown
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Miles Walker
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Lovin' you is all that I have to do (yeah) I don't wanna do anything else I don't wanna do anything else, baby, baby Drop your dot, you know I'm comin' Lace front fucked up, you should've wore your bonnet Runnin' from me, runnin' from me Runnin' from me, runnin' from me Drop the lo', I'm comin' I already know it's runnin' for me Girl, it's truly a blessin' You can make all the mess that you want And that's all that I want Is for you to run Runnin' like a faucet (into a faucet bonnet, going back to it anymore) (woah, yeah) Don't give a fuck 'bout where you're goin' Workin' even on your days off (yeah, yeah) Body right, everything soft (yeah, yeah, yeah) Two shots, she don't really talk Business card, show 'em you're the boss We can take a jet to see the world I know you're a small city girl (21, 21) I know niggas in your DM She don't wanna be your BM Who them niggas? Shit, we them No cap, kizzy or a brim? Late night, grippin' off her Skims Wintertime, I got on my Timbs Make a baby, listenin' to Tems (21) These bitches call me Sugar Ray I might ball, but nigga, I don't play Call a Uber, she done overstayed Every hour, new one on the way Pop shit, I'm straight up out the A Hot shit, come up out the K My lil' brother got more masks than Ye I wanna feel your stomach (21) Grab the sheets, I wanna see you runnin' (on God) Runnin' from me, runnin' (I don't wanna do) Runnin' from me, runnin' Drop your dot, you know I'm comin' Lace front fucked up, you should've wore your bonnet Runnin' from me, runnin' from me (21) Runnin' from me (yeah), runnin' Drop the lo', I'm comin' (21, 21) I already know it's runnin' for me Girl, it's truly a blessin' You can make all the mess that you want (on God) And that's all that I want Is for you to run (yeah) Runnin' like a faucet (into a faucet bonnet, going back to it anymore) Don't give a fuck 'bout where you goin' (on God) When I come around, you'll know (yeah, you know) Have your head right, just goin' down for show (that's on God) Fuck where your bed at, bitch, get down on the floor (21, 21) Runnin' from me (21, 21) Drop your dot, you know I'm comin' Lace front fucked up, you should've wore your bonnet Runnin' from me, runnin' from me Runnin' from me, runnin' (Lovin' you is all that I have to do) (I don't wanna do anything else) (Listen, baby)
Writer(s): Darryl Pearson, Christopher Wood, Francis Esteban, David Patino, Joel M. Hailey, John Julian, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Ronald N. Latour, Donald Earle De Grate Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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