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crenshawboii - run his shit up lyrics

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f-ck all the bullsh-t
over!
twist your words in these streets causes the cl!ck bang
homies in all black benz shooting those big thangs
asking me all these questions the f-ck, i ain’t no snitch man
my homies aim for fun, they practice with life span

run up the fades, lil b-tch we got big hands
homie pulls out the toolie, watch how the b-tch ran
trying swing at me aight, hit you with the blink bang (with the blink bang)

imma dawg, imma suspect, i’m always on some hush sh-t
wait, hold up, wrong song, tell the b-tch knock it off
if you ain’t giving good head like my ex, b-tch you getting dropped off

if you riding in this whip lil b-tch, better give top
ion wanna feel you b-tch, take the whole clothes off
twerking on my d-ck cause you a hoe huh ?
telling you if you loyal but hoes don’t know huh ?
eyes on the paper, no b-tch getting to my dough hunt

bop bop, lil b-tch, lets get it poppin’
busted on the b-tch real quick, who gonna stop this ?
dressed in all black with the team, we on some mob sh-t
didn’t have sh-t -ss a kid so i had to rob sh-t

never put my trust on a b-tch and that’s on god b-tch
2 gates up ahead the ghetto taught me how to hop sh-t
grip on my blade, lil b-tch, f-ck a mob stick
eveybody talk about glocks, who really pop sh-t ?

stoopid
i’m finna run his sh-t up
run his sh-t up
run his sh-t up
lil b-tch stop playin with a p
lackin’ on yo game cause you never kept it g
buster !
you a joke

- crenshawboii lyrics

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