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lookthrusonette & wheresjewel - runshit lyrics

[intro]
(i hate you, artifacts)

[hook]
all this money on my wrist
finna take your b+tch, you ain’t really on sh+t
all these hunnids in the air
ain’t none these n+ggas gon’ touch no bl!ck
b+tch, i’m colder than the air, got a blade on my coat
and a switch on my hip
yeah, i’m in a mclaren, riding ’round on your block
got a freak in the seat and she bitin’ my lip
got a bad b+tch, and she suckin’ my d+ck
foreign hoes tryna hit up on my sh+t
you ain’t know nothin’, you ain’t hit up a band
pockets so full, she suckin’ the tip
sh+t go low, ion see who skip

[bridge]
(sh+t go low, ion see who skip)
(jewelry)

[verse 1]
ayy
lemme run yo pockets
lemme run yo sh+t
let me f+ck you up, real f+ckin’ quick (bah)
i’ma pass it to bro, he write real sh+t
whole fit f+cked up, but i’m still that b+tch
i don’t say much, but i still run sh+t
got a full mag and it come with a kit (bah)
me and twin creepin’, wе don’t like sh+t
we love to f+ck, not in this b+tch
not into sh+t, man f+ck, it’s lit
i’m off that trip, don’t know who i hit
no namе, no call, we slide then dip
we slide then dip, don’t touch that sh+t
tags on low, but the fit still sick
me and twin up, we don’t run from l!cks
n+gga talk tough, then he fold real quick
i know that n+gga, he not on sh+t
i know my twin, he built for this sh+t
drop my partner, now he loan the clip
i don’t say much, but he move too quick
i’m off that now, lettin’ twin talk his sh+t
[hook]
all this money on my wrist
finna take your b+tch, you ain’t really on sh+t
all these hunnids in the air
ain’t none these n+ggas gon’ touch no bl!ck
b+tch, i’m colder than the air, got a blade on my coat
and a switch on my hip
yeah, i’m in a mclaren, riding ’round on your block
got a freak in the seat and she bitin’ my lip
got a bad b+tch, and she suckin’ my d+ck
foreign hoes tryna hit up on my sh+t
you ain’t know nothin’, you ain’t hit up a band
pockets so full, she suckin’ the tip
sh+t go low, ion see who skip

[bridge]
(jewelry)
(all these hunnids in the air)
(ain’t none these n+ggas gon’ touch no bl!ck)
(ain’t none these b+tches)

[verse 2]
ain’t none these n+ggas wan’ slide like this
ain’t none these n+ggas got aim, they miss
ain’t none these n+ggas got hands, just lips
ain’t none these n+ggas been real, just kids
scope got a beam and i don’t try cl!ck
pressure been real, i don’t move, i sit
he pressed online, now he ain’t on sh+t
mask on low, i don’t run bl!cks
[hook 2]
lemme run yo pockets
lemme run yo sh+t
let me f+ck you up, real f+ckin’ quick (bah)
i’ma pass it to bro, he write real sh+t
whole fit f+cked up, but i’m still that b+tch
i don’t say much, but i still run sh+t
got a full mag and it come with a kit (bah)
me and twin creepin’, we don’t like sh+t
we love to f+ck, not in this b+tch
not into sh+t, man f+ck, it’s lit
i’m off that trip, don’t know who i hit
no name, no call, we slide then dip
we slide then dip, don’t touch that sh+t

- lookthrusonette wheresjewel lyrics

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