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blue strip mob – run it lyrics

biersy (verse)

i don’t need to mention
pills to catch attention
the money that i’m spending
but it’s worth your daddy’s pension

i know that there’s more suspension
around me than a car convention
wonder if i’ll blow up like the map ascension
call of duty

i forgot to go and mention
i do not have connections
like a father who’s profession
more important than his kids

you better go n grab a bib
n stop acting like a b-tch
for your jit blows up a bridge
or shoots at little kids

i was never raised a snitch
but i’ll go call out a b-tch
like my name was linda tripp
when she messed up clinton n sh-t

n i was never raised a b-tch
but i don’t tote around a clip
screaming imma gun him down
but i’ll put you in a ditch

these kids can barely whip
talking bout they tote a stick
and they only f-ck if thick
but only seen they mama cl-t

i don’t really give a sh-t
like i’m f-ckin constipated
and while you were sedated
me and you baby mama dated

on yo anniversary
i’m sorry for the cursory
i just got out of surgery
was deadlier than mercury

flirting with the nurses g
almost felt like burglary
while i’m in infirmary
they riding me like in hurry

(isiaiah chris) hook

run me my money
ain’t playin games n-gga aim for yo tummy
why yo b-tch actin funny
ain’t bout no talkin yo bullsh-t ain’t cuttin
run me my money
run me my money
run me my money
ain’t playin games n-gga aim for yo tummy
why yo b-tch actin funny
ain’t bout no talkin yo bullsh-t ain’t cuttin

(kdm) verse

aye f-ck it up throw it back
spendin all them racks
know you f-ckin wit the mack
bussin all these tracks
broke boys lack
i be running laps like
like bolt on the track
blue strips hoe that’s all i f-ckin need
never trust a b-tch that gon shoot ya in your sleep
i ain’t got time to hate
im at bank, runnin checks, and these hands n-gga wtf you think?
ima need an m n-gga ima need a couple banz
walk in with the sauce and im out with a duffle bag
10 racks in the safe
get that sh-t h-lla quick
come and suck a n-gga d-ck
yeah you f-cking with a trick
he dont want that smoke
actin like a little b-tch n-gga want my coat
i with some real n-ggas gettin h-lla faded
all these other n-ggas trippin cause they never made it

run me my money
ain’t playin games n-gga aim for yo tummy
why yo b-tch actin funny
ain’t bout no talkin yo bullsh-t ain’t cuttin
run me my money
run me my money
ain’t playin games n-gga aim for yo tummy
why yo b-tch actin funny
ain’t bout no talkin yo bullsh-t ain’t cuttin
run me my money

- blue strip mob lyrics

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