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John Fuggin Dough - Runnin' (Official Video)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevon C Wilson
Trevon C Wilson
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm a youngin from the boot I ain't slacking in the booth Get the bag what I'ma do? Leave come back without a roof Don't be lying in my rhymes Bitch I'm with at least a 9 I'ma shine without trying I'ma kill em every time I'm a youngin from the boot I ain't slacking in the booth Get the bag what I'ma do? Leave come back without a roof Don't be lying in my rhymes Bitch I'm with at least a 9 I'ma shine without trying I'ma kill em every time Gotta lotta shit I been through Tryna work on me because I know I got some issues Tryna grab a mic instead of gripping on a pistol Cuz I been to the range and I know I wouldn't miss you (Pow pow) We can't have no convo cuz I know I wouldn't getchu Real ones dont know you so I know you ain't official Saying that you self made, but yo niggas did it witchu And yo wishlist of women don't match yo style, they wouldn't fit you Now that I done wasted time checking you FUCK whoever next to you Later I'm not addressing you I'm not that unprofessional Abrasive on them dollars I harass em it ain't sexual Playing with my green a nigga gone end up a vegetable Don't step up to me testing I have to flex my testicles Drop you outta nowhere ima peer Fuggin Pressure you Vibes I can catch a few New city I catch a view Catch yo nut then catch yo cut u take something I'm catching you (Yeah bitch) I'm a youngin from the boot I ain't slacking in the booth Get the bag what I'ma do? Leave come back without a roof Don't be lying in my rhymes Bitch I'm with at least a 9 I'ma shine without trying I'ma kill em every time I'm a youngin from the boot I ain't slacking in the booth Get the bag what I'ma do? Leave come back without a roof Don't be lying in my rhymes Bitch I'm with at least a 9 I'ma shine without trying I'ma kill em every time I'm the TYPE of nigga you learn from or try to collaborate Cuz if your girl find out what's happening she gone prolly Salivate Don't be up in places that these other rappers habitate Inebriated listening to jazz I'm in my happy place I feel like the shit the fecal matter I'm the crap today Sharper than a tac you thinking somebody done passed away You pissed me off I see yo ol lady I'ma bag her I'ma Mac her don't attack her have snacking on my lap today Only so long til a boss chick get tired of you and yo floss shit Accosted the cashier asking how much it costed Stay within your budget start investing in yourself Stack your bread then flip it now you gonna be balling often Get a beat i dog it, I'ma run it, no jogging Sauce dripping lemon pepper like the wings Rick Ross get I'm Rain man counting figures with these bitches on some jiggas Looked up in the mirror, Now I know that I'm that nigga
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