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st. laviathan - run it up lyrics

intro:
yeah, vigo made it

ho problems ain’t no problems n+gga
shout out to jt money!

my n+gga deuce boi, whiz what up!
(pressure n+gga!)
ab i see you!

big saint sh+t, big saint sh+t (yeah)
big saint sh+t, big saint sh+t

verse one:
ya’ll know saint, ya’ll don’t know david
hermes and my b+tch paid it
dade county my turf raised me
twelve watching, i’m still faded
showed loved and them n+ggas hated
we so done and i’m still her favorite
hard to tell the real from the fake
my dawg will up, no hesitation
her ass fat like chun li
i’m outside like young zee
got icebergs on my young tee
got bands on me like young fi
i see her glancing, i let her tease me
diamonds dancing like p.a. t++zy
been official, the game need me
made n+gga like m+easy
real n+ggas don’t clout chase
trill n+ggas my clique straight
shoot a fl!ck no cl!ck bait
she know its war time, i’m about face
smoke good, them thicks eights
kush king, no clip laced
you sound winded, i set the pace
her mouth splendid, i set the date
now that i came up, i don’t think they want it with this order
i promise that you risk a fate or death, and torture
n+ggas so lame and they live in these socials
mention my name for some juice if you local
b+tch i’m the best, you can tell from these vocals
need it, i got it, that drip, i can show you
chorus:
real n+ggas don’t clout chase
(rah! rah!)
trill n+ggas my clique straight
(big saint sh+t, big saint sh+t)

real n+gga don’t clout chase
(rah! rah! rah! rah!)
field n+ggas, my clique straight
(big saint sh+t, big saint sh+t)

real n+ggas don’t clout chase
(yeeeeaaaahhhhh)
trill n+ggas, my clique straight
(big saint sh+t, big saint sh+t)

real n+ggas don’t clout chase
(rah! rah! rah!)
trill n+ggas, my clique straight
(big saint sh+t, big saint sh+t)

bridge:
where they at? where they at?
real n+ggas run the yard, yard

where they at? where they at?
real n+ggas run the yard, yard
where they at? where they at?
real n+ggas run the yard, yard

(opa locka! north miami!)

where they at? where they at?
real n+ggas run the yard, yard (saint is the victor!)
there they go, there they go (norwood)

real n+ggas run the yard, yard (laviamata records!)
where they at? where they at? (overtown!)
real n+ggas run the yard, yard
(carver ranches! hallandale! liberty city!)

there they go, there they go
real n+ggas run the yard, yard

outro:
now that i came up, i don’t think they want it with this order
i promise that you risk a fate or death, and torture

- st laviathan lyrics

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