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paper lovee - who run it remix lyrics

[intro]
they keep talkin’ ’bout who run it, yeah
they keep talkin’ ’bout who run it
y’all n-ggas really run this sh-t with your motherf-ckin’ mouth man
yeah, n-gga like me gon’ keep this sh-t runnin’ like years n-gga, set

[verse]
they keep talkin’ ’bout who run it
ten mil in a month in atlanta, who done it?
i don’t want to kick it, i punt it
like twenty times ten, i’m too one hundred
you’ll get rolled like tires for mich-llen
and my flow cold like december in michigan
i’m poppin’ my target, i swear i ain’t missin’ sh-t
won’t mention a rapper, i swear i ain’t with all that dissin’ sh-t
got slimes in the cut and they hit some sh-t
and if they don’t run they gon’ wipe you
you ain’t no gangster boy, you just a typer
b-tch i was the sh-t before i was in diapers
two trips in the booth with a thirty round
thirty n-ggas run up, bet he shootin’ all thirty down
remember goin’ to durk high school with the same shoes
and them b-tches was dirty now
my sh-t clean, had a nice flow, now my sh-t mean
i got a redbone but my b-tch green
she’ll do anything for a lil bleu cheese
say buy you what, like lil b-tch please
and my coupe all white outside
ashy, lookin’ like your lil b-tch knees
got double-c’s all over my body
but everybody know that i bang big b’s
nine-five livin’, young n-gga on p side
bangin’ with the bentley but i’m still screamin’ east side
i can’t hold this sh-t in, bruh they done made me bring the b side
i didn’t want to do it, i had to
never seen a maserati truck with the gl-ss roof
curves on the window when i p-ss through
and no i ain’t muslim no more but i still pray five times a day like my dad do
i know he mad, thinkin’ that i converted
but i ain’t got no religion ’cause i ain’t certain
i grew up in the house of pain like curtis
wrist so wet like the steps in the pool
freed my from chains, you get left in the pool
and i, k!ll every track, my engineer say he can visualize the death in the booth
hah, i don’t even rap, i sing
cap what? n-gga i don’t even cap my lean
like fetty, i’ma trap my queen
f-ck n-ggas tryna dap my team
same n-gga that be hatin’ on us hard
get money, what you hatin’ on us for?
oh we goin’ to the top, you gon’ sit there and watch?
lil n-gga what you waitin’ on us for?
young n-gga dead fresh while i’m sittin’ in the living room
you can’t sing like me, i don’t sound like a n-gga ’cause a n-gga boy got a whole different tune
and when you get a lil money n-ggas gon’ be actin’ funny ’cause you gon’ be livin’ so different soon
told mac dog had to bounce this b-tch, turn it up, let me hit, ’cause i’m finna be dippin’ soon

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