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fame frasier - run tell that lyrics

[hook: fame frasier]
say my whole clique tote thangs
all we do is get money and bang
line them b-tches up and train
drink liquor like we in pain
run tell that run tell that
run tell that run tell that
run tell that run tell that
i should be on the scale cuz i’m dope
there’s these hickeys all on my throat
got a long gun with a scope
knock your -ss off like a dope boy
run tell that run tell that
run tell that run tell that
run tell that run tell that

[verse 1: fame frasier]
turnin out fly now they gon’ hate
cuz i rep the south side of the o state
sw-ng so hard make your b-tch wanna date
if i kick it with her once she gon’ lose you like weight
i keep it 580 so i can’t lie
got hoes all colors my women tie dye
whole team real girls see can’t hide
took her to the theme park boo we down to ride
kinda feelin’ high after ten shots
you wanna b-tch, ride me i’m on top
sold everything set the car off a lot
tote drama finna run it like a smoker from the cops
firm laced up so i ain’t trippin because that really hurts, yellowbone chick like my whip stay drippin’
sendin hoes d-ck and they pay for the shippin’
shoes got grip so you know i’m not slippin’
b-tch i’m pimpin, tell her to e the p, tatted up like a bike evel kniev
make that dough but it’s legally, have her pleasin’ me till her knees’ll bleed, yea
said that thang gon’ rock, double m rider and my lane on top, boy what you want sayin my b-lls won’t drop
no octagons cuz i ain’t gon’ stop, ay, i ride 1680s baby, on my way to the top so they hatin’ baby
oklahoma stand up 580 baby, gettin that bread thats gravy baby
seems like everybody wanna talk, real stick bullsh-t gon’ walk
your girl on my pelvis, i know you gon’ hate b-tch run tell this

[hook: fame frasier]
say my whole clique tote thangs
all we do is get money and bang
line them b-tches up and train
drink liquor like we in pain
run tell that run tell that
run tell that run tell that
run tell that run tell that
i should be on the scale cuz i’m dopey because i went to bed late
there’s these hickeys all on my throat
got a long gun with a scope but i don’t know why because it’s a long gun anyway
knock your -ss off like a dope boy
run tell that run tell that
run tell that run tell that
run tell that run tell that

- fame frasier lyrics

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