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cyraq - fun run lyrics

[intro]
(we finna walk up in this b+tch with these ars)
(ayy, we see anybody, we bustin’ that hoe in the walmart on aisle 3, n+gga)

[chorus]
bust the ar in the walmart, everybody race for the exit like fun run (we gotta runner)
ya’ daddy gon’ die tryna be the security, last thing he told you was “son, run!” (run, run)
glock with a b+tton, glock with a b+tton
thirty clip, thirty clip, drum, drum
stood over his smart ass, tap, tap, tap
i’m talkin’ to myself, he dumb, he dumb (haha)

[verse]
dressed up like a terrorist, bust the ar, a pedestrian gon’ say, “a bomb, a bomb” (a bomb, a bomb)
open yo’ gps, type in [?], b+tch i’m from the slums, the slum
i got a open field i’ma send you the addrеss, pull up, we can go gun for gun (glrrt, bow, bow)
smoke ’em and throw his b+tch ass in a lakе, lake, the ocean, the pond, the pond (haha)
chase a n+gga down like temple run, n+gga see me and freeze like a december gun
she say, “you remember me?” i told her, “sorry, f+cked too many hoes to remember one”
lil’ bro just called me, he know not to mention one ’cause i might be with a different one (ugh, ugh)
that money be callin’, i ain’t finna miss it, i pick up the phone while i’m hittin’ one
hoe got d+ck in her mouth, she can’t even talk right now, don’t call right now (ayy, call her back)
cyraq pullin’ up in a golf kart tryna put b+lls in a hoe like golf right now (ugh, ugh)
tell ya’ baby daddy you don’t f+ck with a worker no more, you f+ck with a boss right now (b+tch ass n+gga)
talm’ ’bout he kilt ten n+ggas, that sh+t out the window, he f+ckin’ with the law right now (snitch ass n+gga)
b+tch, you f+ck a snitch ass n+gga, cyraq can’t associate with a snitch b+tch
the b+tch always got makeup on so my d+ck always gon’ have lipstick (eat up, eat up)
take all the bullets out the gun and walk up to a goofy n+gga and tell him switch bl!cks (switch bl!cks)
playin’ cyraq you learn how to smoke a opp n+gga, survive and how to hit l!cks (bow, bow, bow)
[bridge]
bust the ar in the walmart, everybody race for the exit like fun run
ya’ daddy gon’ die tryna be the security, last thing he told you was, “son, run!” (we gotta runner)
glock with a b+tton, glock with a b+tton
thirty clip, thirty clip, drum, drum (drum, drum)
stood over his smart ass, tap, tap, tap
i’m talkin’ to myself, he dumb, he dumb (he dumb, he dumb)

[chorus]
bust the ar in the walmart, everybody race for the exit like fun run
ya’ daddy gon’ die tryna be the security, last thing he told you was, “son, run!”
glock with a b+tton, glock with a b+tton
thirty clip, thirty clip, drum, drum
stood over his smart ass, tap, tap, tap
i’m talkin’ to myself, he dumb, he dumb

- cyraq lyrics

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