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shoreline mafia - run it back lyrics

[intro: 03 greedo]
(acetheface)
we was gettin’ money, we was gettin’ money
(joog)
(take some of that bass out, bruce)
yeah+yeah (ron+ron, do that sh+t)
we was gettin’ money, tryna rack that cash up
this the type of money that’ll back that ass up
don’t be actin’ funny when you clap that ass up
shorty, you better not act up (yeah)
we was gettin’ money, tryna rack that cash up
this the type of money that’ll back that ass up (yeah)
don’t be actin’ funny when you clap that ass up
shorty, you better not act up

[verse 1: ohgeesy]
n+ggas workin’ with the feds, yeah, they dead, yeah
i’m just smokin’, countin’ bread, yeah, pop meds, yeah
i’ma grab her by the hair, yeah, like h+ll yeah
i’ma grab her by the hair, yeah, like h+ll yeah
i’ma f+ck her by the throat now, she go down
all my n+ggas got the boats now, you know how
we be rockin’ off the cocaine, the whole town
wanna f+ck with a n+gga now, i hold it down
yung joc on a n+gga now, she goin’ down
yung joc on a n+gga now, she goin’ down
got the pipe like a plumber, n+gga, i’m a drummer, n+gga
free greedo, all my motherf+ckin’ drummer n+ggas

[chorus: ohgeesy]
yeah, that kitty cat, give me that
i’m the type of n+gga break your back, then run it back
p+ssy soakin’ on my f+ckin’ lap, she love the dad
i’ma hit it, make him f+ckin’ mad, i make a mess
she a muhf+ckin’ get it girl, so get it, girl
i’m that n+gga, that n+gga+n+gga that hit it, girl

[verse 2: rob vicious]
ayy, ayy, ayy
b+tch, i’m that n+gga, just listen (listen)
pistols in the party, n+gga (bah), i can feel the tension (ayy)
they don’t want us in the hood like a f+cked up engine
b+tch, if you can’t take the heat, get out my muhf+ckin’ kitchen (b+tch)
ayy, shout out all my shooters, couple names i can’t mention
when your mama told you stay away from the gang, you shoulda listened (ayy)
when i wake up in the mornin’, all i’m thinkin’ ’bout is checking
wack a n+gga then i’m tourin’, shoulda kept me out your (gang, gang)
pull up on my opps, we got ’em sick as h+ll, that n+gga tellin’
they like, “lil’ rob, you sl!ck as h+ll,” my n+ggas felons
where i’m from, b+tch, we don’t do the drugs, lil’ b+tch, we sellin’ (ayy)
said where i’m from, b+tch, we don’t do the drugs, lil’ b+tch, we sellin’, ayy

[verse 3: fenix flexin]
b+tch, i’m tryna go, yeah, i’m rockin’ shows, yeah (rockin’ shows)
throw that money on the floor, yeah, i’m f+ckin’ hoes, yeah
serve a p+ssy on my phone, yeah, i’m crackin’ codes, yeah (ayy)
if we beefin’ let me know, yeah, i’m finna blow, yeah (i’ma finna blow)
young n+gga need a city chick, real saditty b+tch (what?)
type of ho that’ll swallow me until she finish it (finish it)
yeah, you cute, but that ain’t enough, i need a thicker b+tch (thicker b+tch)
he wasn’t cuttin’ it, that lil’ baby need some bigger d+ck (ayy)
that’s a thirty, this a fifty, this a bigger stick (this a bigger stick)
popped a perky, now a n+gga feelin’ sick as sh+t (feelin’ sick as sh+t)
just made the flip and sh+t, my n+ggas gettin’ rich as sh+t
she actin’ innocent, but she ain’t really innocent (d+mn)

[verse 4: master kato]
i just caught another bag, made five in a hour
n+ggas love gettin’ bags (b+tch), i make five in the shower (yuh)
in the mall poppin’ tags, spending bags by the thousand
who them n+ggas gettin’ that? b+tch, don’t ask ’cause they around us
kickin’ doors and throwin’ up pounds of steel, walkin’ with the choppas still
got it on me walking out the pharm’, i got a lotta pills
got it on me walking out the bank, i got a lotta bills
old hundreds, sippin’ old red, show you how i feel
i don’t trust ’em, that’s a code red, show me how it sip (nah)
hundred b+tches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled
i don’t trust ’em, that’s a code red, show me how it sip
hundred b+tches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled

[chorus: ohgeesy]
yeah, that kitty cat, give me that
i’m the type of n+gga break your back then run it back
p+ssy soakin’ on my f+ckin’ lap, she love the dad
i’ma hit it, make him f+ckin’ mad, i make a mess
she a muhf+ckin’ get it girl, so get it, girl
i’m that n+gga, that n+gga+n+gga that hit it, girl

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