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Runnin
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Runnin foi lançado em 11 de maio de 2018 por Quality Control Music, LLC como parte do álbum PERIOD
ÁlbumPERIOD
11 de maio de 2018
IdiomaEnglish
BPM80
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia

Letra

[Verse 1]
I'm fuckin' with boss ****
They keep a gun in they pants
Never complain 'bout being broke
'Cause they just runnin' they bands
You for flawed ****
Don't run us, got whole lotta hands
Ain't got no money in the bank
But always on your Instagram, flexin' bands
[Verse 2]
Keep runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' your mouth
Keep on thinkin' that your **** faithful, I'ma come in his mouth
Keep runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' your mouth
Keep on thinkin' that your **** faithful, I'ma come in his mouth
[Verse 3]
All these **** think these hoes cuffin'
City Girls coulda been got 'em
Every daddy in that inbox
I'm a real bitch, I'm screenshot him
Chanel on me when I roll up
Boss bitches still, we don't roll up
Pussy good, every skrrt, he like hold up
He ain't tryin' nothin', he like, hold up
[Verse 4]
I'm fuckin' with real ****
They makin boss moves
I kicked that lil' bitch in the mouth
Now I got bloody shoes
You a lil' thot, bitch
You fuckin' that whole crew
My pussy got new car smell
This shit brand new
[Verse 5]
This pussy ain't yours, don't claim it
Every **** I fuck, they nameless
If he try to dispose, he brainless
My **** don't play, they aimin'
I love me a low-key dude
Send him pics, he don't need the nudes
Real **** don't pay they dues
If you're a broke dude, I'ma cut you loose
[Verse 6]
I'm fuckin' with boss ****
They keep a gun in they pants
Never complain 'bout being broke
'Cause they just runnin' they bands
You for flawed ****
Don't run us, got whole lotta hands
Ain't got no money in the bank
But always on your Instagram, flexin' bands
[Verse 7]
Keep runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' your mouth
Keep on thinkin' that your **** faithful, I'ma come in his mouth
Keep runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' your mouth
Keep on thinkin' that your **** faithful, I'ma come in his mouth
[Verse 8]
I'm a city girl, you're a pissy girl
You're a lazy bitch, I'm a busy girl
Every other night, I be doing shows
While your **** cheatin' on you fuckin' hoes
Couple thots 'fore I fuckin' close
I know the system, I fuckin' roll
I'm the same bitch that might ho around
Down the stairs and I'ma doo-doo brown
[Verse 9]
Think she better go get her
I bet you my pussy get wetter
We tweetin' late, I'm like, shut up
Every night, he be fuckin my cut up
And if that **** ever cut up
I'ma put this pussy on his brother
And if that **** ever cut up
I'ma put that pussy on his brother
[Verse 10]
You know that **** ain't fake
You see his ass and you able
I cut a ****, be grateful
I cut him off like your cable
I'm a bad bitch, can't see me
Bitch, you stuck home, I'm on TV
In a Maybach, yeah, free me
But I don't need a **** to come save me
[Verse 11]
I'm fuckin' with boss ****
They keep a gun in they pants
Never complain 'bout being broke
'Cause they just runnin' they bands
You for flawed ****
Don't run us, got whole lotta hands
Ain't got no money in the bank
But always on your Instagram, flexin' bands
[Verse 12]
Keep runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' your mouth
Keep on thinkin' that your **** faithful, I'ma come in his mouth
Keep runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' your mouth
Keep on thinkin' that your **** faithful, I'ma come in his mouth
Written by: Chad Thomas, Chris Rosser, Esdras T. Thelusma, Jamarii Massey, Jatavia Johnson, Marvin Beauville
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