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jimmy hendrixxx - run that lyrics

chorus:
run wit tha money i got me a dumb sack
he wanna box buddy where is yo gun at
money stuck all in the wall like a thumbtack
he wit his n+ggas my n+ggas a run that
9 with a beam and a 30 it’s compact
talking too much we might shoot where yo gums at
pop me a perc and go cook up a dumb track
finesse that boy and i bet he won’t come back
run wit tha money i got me a dumb sack
he wanna box buddy where is yo gun at
money stuck all in the wall like a thumbtack
he wit his n+ggas my n+ggas a run that
9 with a beam and a 30 it’s compact
talking too much we might shoot where yo gums at
pop me a perc and go cook up a dumb track
finesse that boy and i bet he won’t come back

verse 1:
just make it look easy my life it’s been hard
a rockstar from tha hood play wit guns and guitars
i’m black hearted tryna recover from these scars
we don’t him, he swing down this block, hit his car up
the 9 came wit a beam i can shoot in the dark
huh!
i been the hardest by far
and my shooter hit targets i just call him bullseye
ima big dog i ain’t got no time for you lil guys
heat him up wit the burner it’s hotter than hot fries
walk out with them chickens like popeyes
we don’t f+ck wit that n+gga he work wit the cops guys
don’t do dirt wit that n+gga i’m sayin it’s not wise
they can’t see us cause we like to shoot out the opps eyes
they put up in the house no they do not be outside
got my stripes in the streets i’m connected with mob ties
chorus:
run wit tha money i got me a dumb sack
he wanna box buddy where is yo gun at
money stuck all in the wall like a thumbtack
he wit his n+ggas my n+ggas a run that
9 with a beam and a 30 it’s compact
talking too much we might shoot where yo gums at
pop me a perc and go cook up a dumb track
finesse that boy and i bet he won’t come back
run wit tha money i got me a dumb sack
he wanna box buddy where is yo gun at
money stuck all in the wall like a thumbtack
he wit his n+ggas my n+ggas a run that
9 with a beam and a 30 it’s compact
talking too much we might shoot where yo gums at
pop me a perc and go cook up a dumb track
finesse that boy and i bet he won’t come back

- jimmy hendrixxx lyrics

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