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tk truze - run it lyrics

run it
run it
hunting
hunting
i’m keep it on coming for that money
those blue hunnids
see me walk in what’s the move
b+tch you broke you flex fake jewels
i’m a hop out poppin tools
i’m a dropout, f+ck yo rules
f+ck em, drop em, leave em doomed

yeah
he a b+tch, an he ain’t on sh+t
yeah
he keep on dissing, we goin slump him
yeah
he a b+tch, an he ain’t on sh+t
yeah
don’t do no missing, we white chalking

hop and you see me where’s the dough
bet you see me with 3 hoes
popping out i got my pole
point em out, it’s time to blow
b+tch i’ll leave you dеad alone
play with me, you shoulda known
play for keeps, i’m in my zone
play for keeps, i’m in my zonе
hold up
shawty be poppin the xans
she don’t want go to her mans
she wanna pop it in france, uh
she say she need a advance, uh
she wanna get that in cash, yeah
she wanna get that new jag, yeah
she ain’t goin back to her man, yeah
hold up
yeah
he a b+tch, an he ain’t on sh+t
yeah
he keep on dissing, we goin slump him
yeah
he a b+tch, an he ain’t on sh+t
yeah
don’t do no missing, we white chalking

never heard of no dv out in cv
why this p+ssy tryna be me
but can’t see me, b+tch i’m cena
you a fiend, huh
i’m a schemer
show a bag, an i’m lean em
i gotta b+tch, yeah that’s my nina
she a lil ratchet, like a gina
she a lil ratchet
she a lil ratchet
disappear sh+t like some magic
i’m goin have to make it happen
tired of talking, tired of capping
he don’t want no smoke with i
act like you tough, i know you a lie
yo best friend is dead, i’m smoking yo guy
act like you tough, i know you a lie
yo best friend is dead, i’m smoking yo guy
yeah
he a b+tch, an he ain’t on sh+t
yeah
he keep on dissing, we goin slump him
yeah
he a b+tch, an he ain’t on sh+t
yeah
don’t do no missing, we white chalking

why you keep on playing
told you i ain’t with the f+ck sh+t
lit up in the party
b+tch i’m turnt up at the function
keep that glock on me, and my bullets
be quick to rush him, hit em, left a stain
and that b+tch had got to gushing
then i’m out, an on my way
heat up, like a super say
don’t care nun bout what you say
yeah i know you always hate
on how i move and stack this cake
i knew you was such a fake
i see money, then i take
i just put some on my plate

yeah
i know he a b+tch, an he ain’t on sh+t
yeah
he keep on dissing, we goin slump him
yeah
he a b+tch, an he ain’t on sh+t
yeah
don’t do no missing, we white chalking

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