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tokenvlone - run lyrics

[chorus]
i gotta run
runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ around
i’m runnin’ for fun
yeah you know me i be coolin’
and i’ll still keep my gun
yeah you know me, i be foolin’
bullets up in his medulla
and i say, “h+llo” to the shooter
that b+tch og is a cougar

[verse 1]
runnin’ to my money, yeah my pockets really fat now
scammin’ all these n+ggas now my air forces are black now
whatchu mean? you the bro, you the real one
i pull [open the shelves with the mothaf+ckin’ liquor?]
open that [?] i know you won’t kick none
fellin’ like uzi
standing on my money feel like 9′ 10″
off the perc got me woozy
baby girl you know that i’m vibin’

[chorus]
i gotta run
runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ around
i’m runnin’ for fun
yeah you know me i be coolin’
and i’ll still keep my gun
yeah you know mе, i be foolin’
bullets up in his medulla
and i say, “hеllo” to the shooter
that b+tch og is a cougar
[verse 2]
diamonds on diamonds on diamonds
that b+tch so bright, it might just blind yah
and just like nemo i’ma find you
hid em in carolina
i got thots in carolina
trust me no one gonna find em
like motorcycle, she gon’ ride you
yeah, she gon’ ride you

[verse 3]
runnin’ around with a choppa i heat it up
she creep me inside, yeah she look like a sneaker
that hoe so poppin’ that n+gga geekin’
and when i blow up, say “f+ck all my teachers”
boy a lame pimp, why you all on the phone? yeah, you be simpin’
put my d+ck in her back, i knew she was lit
she stay on her knees, but she not christian
you a stupid b+tch, no london tipton
no boxin’ n+ggas, son he listenin’
yeah, my pockets fat, now beat it b+tch
that ho a thot, yeah she be trippin’
run, run, we can run away
up your gun, gun, we go blast today
[bridge]
slide uh slide
side and slide
die, die tonight
die till the end

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