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casper tng - running man lyrics

[intro]
three eight like b-tter on my bread and jam
hit the running man
imma pull up on his block hit the running man
aye

[verse 1: casper tng]
we the ones putting up no cameras
do a drill then swap for the hammer
we the ones big chains can’t jam us
we the ones got downtown on a madness
police freeze that for the camera
and i smoke green like green ham
smoking new opps outside-a
shawty got a man that don’t really matter
i’ve seen real n-gg-s turn to save n-gg-s
seen lil n-gg-s growing up to stain n-gg-s
and if you don’t know my team then you late n-gg-
we the ones got your b-tch chilling by the lake n-gg-
get a sneaky shot ’till you wake n-gg-
if i’m on your block then i’m shooting ’till somebody getting gaked
imma cook him like a cake
but if he running and i hit him it’s a stake
then i show him what he played n-gg-

[hook: casper tng]
peter pan he gon fly into neverland
glock .38 and it never jam
three eight like b-tter on my bread and jam
no trace no case i just hit the dash
imma pull up on he hit the running man
all he hear is thirty shots when he running man
p-pull up on his block hit the running man
best believe i’m right behind with my gun in hand
peter pan he gon fly into neverland
glock .38 and it never jam
three eight like b-tter on my bread and jam
no trace no case i just hit the dash
imma pull up on he hit the running man
all he hear is thirty shots when he running man
p-pull up on his block hit the running man
best believe i’m right behind with my gun in hand

[verse 2: rk]
imma make the whole crowd do the running man
black gloves black mask no evidence
then it’s back to the trap do my money dance
b-tch what you know ’bout counting up hundred bands
shawty say i’m so fly like i’m peter pan
said she want to take a flight to neverland
when it’s time imma ride with my gun in hand
pull up on your block hit the running man
to be honest i’m a trapaholic
homie get him imma hit him that’s regardless
paper around me all i see is monsters
my block cloudy new ganja
every man hot sauce we lava
sell ‘lotta food like we loblaws
don’t diss me you don’t want drama
gotta lama deal with you proper
imma make the whole crowd do the running man
black gloves black mask no evidence
then it’s back to the trap do my money dance
then it’s back to the trap do my money dance
imma make the whole crowd do the running man
black gloves black mask no evidence
then it’s back to the trap do my money dance
then it’s back to the trap do my money dance

- casper tng lyrics

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