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h raja - run lyrics

[verse 1 – the notorious b.i.g.]
i kicked flows for ya, kicked down doors for ya
even left all my motherf-ckin’ hoes for ya
n-ggas think frankie p-ssy-whipped
n-gga, picture that, with a kodak, insta-ma-tac
we don’t get down like that
lay my game down quite flat
sweetness, where you parked at?
pet-teness, but that -ss fat
she got a body make a n-gga wanna eat that
i’m f-ckin’ with you
the b-tch official, though, d-ck harder than a missile, yo
try to hit, if she trippin’, disappearin’ like -rs-nio
yo, the b-tch push a double-oh
with the five in front, probably a conniving stunt
y’all drive in front, i’ma peel with her
find the deal with her, she f-ck around and steal, huh?
then we all get laced
televisions, versace heaven, when i’m up in ’em
the sh-t she kicked, all the sh-t’s legit
she get d-ck from a player off the new york knicks
n-gga tricked ridiculous, the sh-t was plush
she’s stressing me to f-ck, like she was in a rush
we f-cked in his bed, quite dangerous
i’m in his -ss while he playing ‘gainst the utah jazz
my 112, cd blast, i was past
she came twice, i came last, roll the gr-ss

[verse 2 – bugzy malone]
you were knocking on the door
they’re looking at you through the peeper
you say you don’t love them, they say they don’t love you either
you say you don’t care, you’re lying through your t–th-a
you’re cut deep down and the wound is getting deeper
you’re getting kinda hungry looking like a wiz khalifa
the roads are getting cold and now you’re gonna catch a fever
penny for your thoughts, that’s because the door’s staying closed
and your memories are getting no cheaper
family first, but you’re not a believer
it’s been a nightmare for this daydreamer
they’ve done you dirty and it’s getting no cleaner
’cause even though you’re hurt they’re calling it a misdemeanour

[hook – rag’n’bone man]
young boy run, run
they’re tryna keep you in the slums, slums
young boy run, run
you gotta love yourself these days
you gotta love yourself
young boy run, run
they’re tryna keep you in the slums, slums
young boy run, run
you gotta love yourself these days
you gotta love yourself

[verse 2 – bugzy malone]
panic sets in; you realise that you’re standing there alone
you pick your bags up and you’re running for the stairway
adrenaline running from your head into your toes
because you know that people they escape rarely
what’s sin when you’re sinning only to survive
you’re getting by but you’re just getting by barely
you’re stumbling, telling them that they don’t know the struggle
they don’t understand that struggle can be scary
bottom of the stairs you run out the fire exit
backstreet-boy, you don’t wanna get arrested
running through the city’s got this young boy breathless
and he better be careful, ’cause they’ll eat him for breakfast

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