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mo dollaz - run up on me lyrics

these cap stars cappin bout they got drip n-gga i’m the dripster/
mr. throw it in the bag call the cops i’m a shoplifter/
scroll down in my contacts text an old thing that i miss her/
i really miss that p-ssy tho if you really want me to be honest/
im on the road collecting then coins i feel like i’m sonic/
hair getting longer pretty boy swag ima have to rock a bonnet/
pimping ain’t new, pimping ain’t old, but my pimping iconic/
she said she love me she said she hate me, i think she’s psychotic/
i’m only sliding in that benz if they darken my tints/
if you putting up to 5 ima put up 10 battle of the bands/
my eyes low off that dowdy only reason why i’m rocking these lens/
i got a brody he ain’t chef but he like to play with them pots and them pans/
mix up it up, ima pull up in a pick up truck/
say you do it big that ain’t big enough/
shawty said her n-gga wasn’t big enough/
that’s the only reason why she gave it up/
i’m going loony ima lunatic foot on the table no edict/
ima keep going dont stop the kid ima keep going dont stop the kid/

run up on me you’ll get pop pop pop off self defense/
cops and robbers with them crackers f-ck around and hop the fence/
my teacher told me that theres no such thing as common sense/
she said, if it dont make money then it dont make no f-cking sence/
run up on me you’ll get pop pop pop off self defense/
cops and robbers with them crackers f-ck around and hop the fence/
my teacher told me that theres no such thing as common sense/
she said, if it dont make money then it dont make no f-cking sence/

i hate to be bad, i tried to deal with em nicely/
but that was my bad, cause most of these n-ggas be shysty/
when you get a bag, yuh gotta count it precisely/
and i hate to brag but my b-tch is bad my b-tch is fiesty/

double up the backend… hurray the pack in/
i’m in my ways i’m too sl!ck/
for now on, here on call me rick/
im getting high in the c-ckpit/
me and the piolet on some fly sh-t/
sour clouds giving turbalace/
im from new yityy in my timberlands/
testing the waters… i hope i dont drown/
she ain’t wanna f-ck me with then i bet lil mama wanna f-ck with me now/
stay out the circus.. no i can’t f-ck with these clowns/
i had to stay off streets cause i ain’t want the police patting me down/

maneuver, maneuver like gator in the sewer, run up on me/

- mo dollaz lyrics

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