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jj soyke & yung roddo – sprinter lyrics

yo jj run that sh+t back
yeah, demon sh+t 717 b+tch
yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, woah, woah, woah
aye, run it up, run it up, run it up
run it up

run all the bands up, f+ck all the bands up
you don’t want cancer i’m in a sprinter
f+cking your mans up he cannot stand up
sorry but he will not be home for dinner
f+cking your plans up pour up some fanta
imma be hot imma up it and hit you
shoot like a camera, driving a lancer
putting a hole in your motherf+cking liver

driving a rental, dropping off cancer
run up on me put a hole in your liver
diamonds too cold make you freeze, shiver
run up them bands now our sh+t looking bigger
started this rap and now we counting figures
bust down my wrist now it’s cold like a blizzard
your hoe sucked my d+ck and she went home and kissеd you
got a real n+gga, jj he a hitter
nеver forget that we can be some k!llers
used to these bands now we count that sh+t quicker
forty too hot it’s gon give you a blister
why is you talking i just f+cked your sister?
i’m stuck with my n+ggas that sh+t never differ
we f+ck with them k!llers and all them drug dealers
acting stupid we gon f+ck up your sprinter
pour up some wok and mix it with some liquor
moonwalking, michael jackson that thriller
call up your b+tch and hit her then i quit her
i catch an opp and then i squeeze the trigger
you know we hot and cannot be no sitter
popping on instagram and up on twitter
cut your neck and throw your ass in the river
chop him up and close the casket: delivered
try to hit him you gon be on delivered
run all the bands up, f+ck all the bands up
you don’t want cancer i’m in a sprinter
f+cking your mans up he cannot stand up
sorry but he will not be home for dinner
f+cking your plans up pour up some fanta
imma be hot imma up it and hit you
shoot like a camera, driving a lancer
putting a hole in your motherf+cking liver

you f+ggots ain’t know how i’m coming this summer
you b+tches ain’t know i don’t f+ck with a rubber
and i’m in my glow should have listened to roddo
go up to the top and i’m with all my brothers
go home with your b+tch and she under my covers
just suck me up baby i don’t wanna cuddle
if you got a problem we up it and bust you
i’m keeping a blade and i promise i’ll cut you
started this sh+t, how the f+ck do you sound?
loman ave dropped before you were around
now i get paid when you listen and clown
“this cracker trash” i thank you for the clout
if anyone’s better they are not around
if you talking sh+t imma let off some rounds
foot on they neck so i’m off of the ground
foot on the gas so you down for the count
i am a beast, you cannot tame me
b+tches be thinking that they can go play me
up in the whip and it’s “f+ck 12” like brady
when your b+tch met me i made her go brazy
we going crazy, dressed in the latest
got a mercedez, f+ck all you hating
you gotta pay me, the way shawty sucked me it feel so amazing, aye
run all the bands up, f+ck all the bands up
you don’t want cancer i’m in a sprinter
f+cking your mans up he cannot stand up
sorry but he will not be home for dinner
f+cking your plans up pour up some fanta
imma be hot imma up it and hit you
shoot like a camera, driving a lancer
putting a hole in your motherf+cking liver

- jj soyke yung roddo lyrics

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