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malakeezy - gottarun.gottarun! lyrics

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(hey malakeezy)
(how you doing?)
(hey malakeezy)
yeah!
hit my phone when it’s time to go
i got different color drugs in my styrofoam
la ho tryna take my soul
i gotta run, gotta run, i got no where to go
gotta run, gotta run, she won’t leave me alone
she got a gun to my head and it’s ready to blow
yeah girl get dressed, get ready to go
b+tch getting on my nerves, yeah you take too long
now im noddin’ off cause my weed too strong
girl everywhere i go, i gotta take my bong
rip my bong, make a song
gotta take a hit cause the day been long
play along, girl play along
yeah, she gon’ let me hit, she in my favorite thong
when i walk in the club, they be playing my songs
yeah, d+mn, i don’t even like that song
yeah, d+mn, i can’t even right my wrongs
yeah, d+mn, i just only rip my bong
yeah, d+mn, we don’t even get along
yeah, d+mn, we don’t even get along
told her give me that p+ssy, it’s a different song
bad b+tch, tryna see what the kid is on
when i walk in the club, they be playing my tracks
huh, d+mn, i don’t even like that track
hit my phone when it’s time to go
i got different color drugs in my styrofoam
la ho tryna take my soul
i gotta run, gotta run, i got no where to go
gotta run, gotta run, she won’t leave me alone
she got a gun to my head and it’s ready to blow
yeah girl get dressed, get ready to go
b+tch getting on my nerves, yeah you take too long
yeah, now i’m in a club with a model b+tch, yeah, d+mn
i don’t even like this b+tch, huh d+mn
i don’t even like her fit, huh d+mn
told that b+tch change her sh+t, yeah
i don’t even like this drink, godd+mn
i don’t even f+ck with snakes, like i’m bam
i got a white plug, his name’s sam
i got a white b+tch, tryna f+ck on the cam
i got this b+tch, tryna f+ck on the gram
she a fan, she a fan, no i can’t
in the party trying to take down my pants
this b+tch is a sl+t, godd+mn
yeah, ask if i’m high, yes ma’am
i be like, all on my own, don’t got best friends
her boyfriend, a fan, a yes man
huh, i don’t f+ck with yes mans
hit my phone, it’s time to go
i got different color drugs in my styrofoam
la ho tryna take my soul
i gotta run, gotta run, i got no where to go
gotta run, gotta run, she won’t leave me alone
she got a gun to my head and it’s ready to blow
yeah girl get dressed, get ready to go
b+tch getting on my nerves, yeah you take too long



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