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Young T Running through the dots we don't paperchase Running through the dots we don't paperchase Running through the dots we don't paperchase Running through the dots nah you don't bitch Running through the dots we don't paperchase I'm just on her schedule your bitch is late Running through the ops nah we don't chase You that little baby, I'm a big ape Running through the dots we don't paperchase All up in your head this gon be your fate Running through the ops nah we don't chase You that little baby, I'm a big ape B.A.P.E you know the progress She ain't your shorty when she nod less Now she with guala she a goddess Now I take it off, that's some progress V.I.P me I'm the topic Hold it with glee she astonished Yeah she met me and she braless With the coconuts like the tropics You ain't a topic You should talk less Shut your mouth bitch we ain't out west With my blick now you can mock press Now do your walk I will finesse Ima just do what I can What I say Run it up sipping yay Sipping bay Yet you know I'm cooking shit up like I out did Bobby flay Stepping in this mud like I got no other way I'm the way Running through the dots we don't paperchase I'm just on her schedule your bitch is late Running through the ops nah we don't chase You that little baby, I'm a big ape Running through the dots we don't paperchase All up in your head this gon be your fate Running through the ops nah we don't chase You that little baby, I'm a big ape Pulling on my strings you a bob dillon Gaup all up on me a hidden million Basic and scary you a stock villain You don't know me I'm on top drilling Standing up here reach the top ceiling Homies up to and we all chilling Oh my god it's tello now you start thrilling Now you know me This the rap killing Shooting pow pow pow off on the mic Smoke in the air nigga me and you are not a like Fucking with these bitches you on training wheels lil tike You ain't won yet ima blow a strike Killa now now now go take a hike Bitch riding on me like a mother fucking motorbike Stunting on your fam yet I'm balling like mike Now we done fam, piss off ass wipe Running through the dots we don't paperchase I'm just on her schedule your bitch is late Running through the ops nah we don't chase You that little baby, I'm a big ape Running through the dots we don't paperchase All up in your head this gon be your fate Running through the ops nah we don't chase You that little baby, I'm a big ape
Writer(s): Matias Cater Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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