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deli (rap) - run out lyrics

run out lyrics
run out, pull up
run out, pull up
pull up, run out
pull up, run out
pull up, run out
run out, run out
pull up, run out
run out, run out
homie got the stick
run out, run out
homie got the stick
run out, run out
run out, run out

hunnids of hoes in the house
i gotta sleep on the couch
2pm flight to cali
i gotta get up and bounce
shorty from bareclona
she got a literal bounce
i just left 30 banks where i ain’t even have an account
deli what you doin? i gotta bank, i gotta bang
what are you doin these n+ggas they can’t
i got a ride on a b+tch like a train
just like spyro playin games
i’m like a pyro spittin flames
i’m like batman, i’m a black man i’m the last man you can blame
what you got on me
that’s another bonus
that b+tch fell in love with me
i hate to sound corny, but this yo last warning
i came out this sh+t was sunny but i made it stormy
call me deli boring
limited edition just like stockx
f+ck these hoes from the burbs my b+tch from the projects
yea i’m black in america, so i got no options
they can see me from miles away like i’m johnny stockton
run out, pull up
run out, pull up
pull up, run out
pull up, run out
pull up, run out
run out, run out
pull up, run out
run out, run out
homie got the stick
run out, run out
homie got the stick
run out, run out
run out, run out

deli by caliva

shawty got a boyfriend but i don’t care
shawty got a boyfriend but i don’t care
shawty said she got a boyfriend but i don’t care
shawty said she got a boyfriend but i don’t care

white b+tch she driving a benz, i gotta make some new friends
i told that lil bit, stop poppin them xans
i’m in chicago like chance
shawty gon ride like a ten speed
shawty gon suck till her lip bleed
walked in for free and they vip me
they treat me so specially
this music sh+t my specialty
it’s amusing you that’s fine with me
my glock and i got this 9 wit me
that b+tch so bad she lying to me
she thought she spent some time wit me
(some time wit me, some time)
man i’m really not built for sh+t like this
i’ll smoke on a bong and whip my wrist
that’s all i know, that’s all i know
is pushing b+ttons and saying lets go
might put yo b+tch up in the front row
i smoke this gas that’s straight to the dome
secondhand smoke, secondhand smoke
you gon get high, even if you don’t
secondhand smoke, secondhand smoke
you gon get high, even if you don’t
run out, pull up
run out, pull up
pull up, run out
pull up, run out
pull up, run out
run out, run out
pull up, run out
run out, run out
homie got the stick
run out, run out
homie got the stick
run out, run out
run out, run out

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