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ca$h gang - run up lyrics

[chorus ]
n-ggas show love, but don’t f-ck with a n-gga
ayy, don’t f-ck with a n-gga
n-ggas throw shots, but don’t f-ck with a trigger
don’t f-ck with the trigger
say you gonna be posted up with a n-gga
post up to a n-gga
if you talking sh-t, run up to a n-gga
run up to that n-gga

[verse 1]
b-tch on the way, it’s cash gang
yuh, ayy, yuh
b-tch on the way, it’s cash gang
yuh, ayy, yuh

[verse 2]
i’m smoking marijuana
got a lot of bad b-tches
got the honda, looking like a sauna
in the middle of the “a”
got the party jumping
got a lot of drove
got a couple hoes, give me dome
[?]
i ain’t home alone
never sign a deal, never get a loan
verses so cold, i could get it on my own
b-tch, i’m h-lla throat; after she give me dome
yeah, then we got uber her home
yeah, then i block her on snapchat, twitter, instagram, then off my phone

[verse 3]
hop out the boat
throw on my coat
finessing the kid
i’m really the sh-t
let’s meet at the store
fifteen the “g” and i don’t need no more
everything go for the low
i’m counting the stacks while a b-tch on my lap
n-ggas is sneak this, and don’t f-ck with that
d-mn
i’m really the sh-t
oh d-mn
f-ck on yo b-tch
yeah
cash gang is the sh-t
oh
i’m splitting the sh-t

[chorus 1]

[verse 4]
run up on me boy, imma show you what i’m ’bout
thinkin’ that i’m kitty leave, foamin’ at the mouth
balance take the way, it’s just the sh-t i’m talkin’ ’bout
gotta check them n-ggas that be runnin’ at the mouth
same n-gga wanna take a picture when they see me out
f-ck, they thinkin’ bout? you ain’t catchin’ no clout

[verse 5]
you ain’t catchin’ no clout n-gga
n-ggas don’t know how the f-ck to get back
snapping them in half, like a f-cking kitkat
everyday life, hoes do hoe sh-t
got your little hoe, and she f-cking my d-ck
these n-ggas don’t show, what these n-ggas don’t know
f-cking with gang yeah, i put ’em in the floor
put ’em in the floor
yeah, i put ’em in the floor
yeah, put ’em in the floor
i am so cold i made that b-tch sore, she got on her knees and she asking for more
p-ssy galore
deep in that p-ssy, i p-ssy explore
n-ggas don’t know how the f-ck to get back
snapping them in half, like a f-cking kitkat
like a f-cking kitkat
yeah

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