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m.f - who run it lyrics

[intro]
yeah it’s my first song but i already run this sh-t, aye (no you don’t b-tch, i run this sh-t)
no shut the f-ck up (you knew this)
no i run this sh-t already, aight (stop playing b-tch, stop playing)
just shut the f-ck up
listen, listen, listen (what, what)
aight? (let’s see then)
aye, let’s get it

[verse 1]
i’m k!lling these b-tches like fortnite (yeah)
staying up till fortnight (fortnight)
working overtime, it’s all tied
tired b-tch, look at my eyes
rocking designer apparel (yeah)
i get bread like panera (what)
got this cash like dinero
wear all gold like a pharaoh (pharaoh)
got mom sh-t like blocboy
f-ck around, hit ’em with a glock boy
legend in my prime like b-roy
but this b-tch screaming like leeroy
my wrist cold, minnesota
b-tch i ain’t drinking no soda
find a b-tch like i’m dora
tryna find a señora (yeah)
i got 20/20 eyesight, get these visions like raven
i’m so fly, i’m in baltimore, b-tch i play for the ravens
i’m eating up like it’s crave yeah (yeah)
boutta put a b-tch in a grave (yeah)
b-tch make me insane, just stay in your lane
wear three b’s like lavar, rep my boys every game (game)
f-ckers saying that i’m so sweet, call me a candy cane (sweet)
b-tches make me mad, run you over like a freight train
got gold all on my wrist, yeah you see that plain jane (plain jane)
make this glock go bang bang (bang)
put it in the head like cobaine (cobaine)
b-tch give me head on cocaine (yeah)
she f-cked up giving slow brain (slow brain)
f-ck around in a foot race, win it all like i’m usain
i’m the sh-t, i’m the bomb, yeah blow it up like hussein
i’m gagging the b-tch, spit all on the double d’s (double d’s yeah)
it ain’t hard b-tch, just give her some f-cking trees (some f-cking trees)
mouth open saying cheese, and she suck on my d (d)
got a stain on a white tee, but she all on my d (d)
doing magic with aladdin, make this b-tch go ecstatic (what)
yeah this sh-t be tragic (tragic)
like it’s russ stat padding (yeah)
hop on the beat, they spazzing
head to your crib, i’m crashing
pull up in a beamer, p-ssy
no b-tch, i ain’t crash it
i was out there in the snow, but i’m still hot like satan (hot)
p-ssy -ss b-tches be hating (hating)
don’t wear rubber like latex (latex)
been working for a while now, i get my moment
i was the one that was chosen
now my wrist be frozen (ice)

[hook]
who run this sh-t, i run it
who run this sh-t, i run it
mf run it, mf run it
ha, i’m done with this sh-t

[verse 2]
i’m tired of this bullsh-t, little b-tch you can bet that (you can bet that)
shut the f-ck up b-tch, your girl suck my d-ck yeah (what)
diamonds all over my wrist yeah (wrist)
i just do it for the kids yeah (kids)
cuban link on my neck, yeah girl you can kiss that (kiss that)
ice more real than your tiddies
run the whole game like biggie (biggie)
just mess around on these beats, she like oh b-tch really (what)
yeah, what, aye
doing this all for the show
all of my boys they know

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