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famous dex – runtzz lyrics

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[chorus: warhol.ss]
pull out 47, i bust out the trunk
i answer my phone for the plug and he front
put three in the bag when i’m smoking on runtz
i drippin’ the gas, put plates with face
he mad, i put him in limbo don’t make it
i only want the blues, pockets is racist
tell her now eat on the d+ck come taste it

[verse: famous dex & warhol.ss]
dirty, eat on the d+ck, come take it
ride around in the foreign w my lady
you run up on me, send your ass right to heaven
you serve me so good yeah i ball on my necklace
me and warhol going crazy
run up on me, got an .80
i be so whippin’ them crazy, for real
pop a lil one+way
stop the week just like a monday
sweet like cream, no sunday
no that boy don’t want no gunplay
jump in the trap like a bungee
dope with some bullets, no relay
she suck on that d+ck with a scrunchy
we with the war like a three+day
catch you were lackin’ and lurkin’
know you get paid on a wednesday
warhol pulled up with the uzi
i just pulled up with an ak
no we don’t play with no handgun
draco, you know where i’m from
light you ass up like a honey bun
eat your ass up like a honey bun, for real
sure they say friends, but n+ggas is enemies
can’t f+ck with these n+ggas, i know they ain’t feelin’ me
the chopper gon’ hit him, he had an epiphany
i f+ck your lil b+tch, yeah i think her name tiffany
run up on me boy you know an enemy
two tecs with me they think i’m a referee
i took your hoe so she be iggin’ me
high as a b+tch she look just like iggy
h+llo, it’s me, these hoes be diggin’ me
i only want top, i don’t know where that p+ssy be
i f+ck her one time then that hoe gotta beat
baby go home, [?] feet
and god oh she looking at me
with that car but f+ck a baby daddy
or imma pick up the bag like a caddy
bussin’ on percocet, mix it with addy
[chorus: warhol.ss]
pull out 47, i bust out the trunk
i answer my phone for the plug and he front
put three in the bag when i’m smoking on runtz
i drippin’ the gas, put plates with face
he mad, i put him in limbo don’t make it
i only want the blues, pockets is racist
tell her now eat on the d+ck come taste it



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