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I ran away from fighting But it made me stronger You can call me pussy Pussy is power, oh Every time I let loose I get in situations I'm sorry, Mr Officer Don't take me to the station Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run Whoa papa run I'm just tryna be civil Always caught up in the middle Put my head inside the pillow 'Til I'm feeling like bam bam bam bam Bam chicka wow, head up in the clouds Nothing in this life is ever bringing me down She said don't (don't) you (you) ever (ever, ever) (Run from my love, but you still) Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run Whoa papa run Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run Whoa papa run Me a go run, me a go run (yeah, yeah) And everybody knows that I am number one We got the fire, we make it burn I got the men a chasing me, I make them run, run, run, run 'Cause I be the one that walks on stage And makes them say (yeah, yeah) And I be the one that's travelling the world, it's no vacay (yeah, yeah) I'm so unique, don't you see? Ocean deep, flow so sweet And it's edible, it's edible, I'm so incredible, incredible Run, run, run, run, run (yeah yeah) Run, run, run, run, run (yeah yeah) Run, run, run, run, run (yeah yeah) Run, run, run, run, run Whoa papa run Run, run, run, run, run (yeah yeah) Run, run, run, run, run (yeah yeah) Run, run, run, run, run (yeah yeah) Run, run, run, run, run Whoa papa run Whoa papa run Whoa papa run Whoa papa run Whoa papa run Whoa papa run Whoa papa run Whoa papa run Whoa papa run
Writer(s): Ellis Taylor, Milton Shorty Rogers, Melesha O Garro, Simon Adam Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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