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yung bleu - running schemes lyrics

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[intro: yung bleu]
jd on tha track
run schemes (foreigngotem)

[chorus: yung bleu]
i know n-ggas wanna whack me
i might f-ck her if she s-xy
my lil’ n-ggas, we be running schemes
yeah, my lil’ n-ggas, we be running schemes
yeah, my lil’ n-ggas running schemes, we don’t do the poutin’
my lil’ n-ggas running schemes, b-tch, you know we wildin’
my lil’ n-ggas running schemes, b-tch, this money pilin’
just like girls gone wild, i’ll leave a n-gga topless
we don’t talk to cops so don’t be running up in my projects
run it up with this pack, i’m servin’ crack right out the complex
n-ggas, they want beef, i’m yellin’, “who else finna die next?”
who else finna die next?

[verse 1: yung bleu]
i just copped a dirty stick, we finna go murder sh-t
i’m on my c-murder sh-t, i see no limit
flashy mag with holes in it
off the porch, i dove in it
we not leaving no witness
n-gga, that’s a long sentence
in the kitchen like i came in
like i serve like i’m dennis
i’m not slippin’ on my pimpin’
ar if you get to trippin’
we got big smoke (big smoke), yeah
the whole city f-cked that b-tch, she a big ho
i’m talkin’ big loads
i’m finessing with the best of them
we gon’ come back and get the rest of them
500k up in the safe, it’s just in case
back in the day a n-gga had to hit the race
just hit 14, i put the police on a chase
through the back door, jump off the porch and hit the gate
we runnin’ schemes, n-gga, better tie up your lace
we runnin’ schemes, n-gga, better tie up your lace

[chorus: yung bleu]
i know n-ggas wanna whack me
i might f-ck her if she s-xy
my lil’ n-ggas, we be running schemes
yeah, my lil’ n-ggas, we be running schemes
yeah, my lil’ n-ggas running schemes, we don’t do the poutin’
my lil’ n-ggas running schemes, b-tch, you know we wildin’
my lil’ n-ggas running schemes, b-tch, this money pilin’
just like girls gone wild, i’ll leave a n-gga topless
we don’t talk to cops so don’t be running up in my projects
run it up with this pack, i’m servin’ crack right out the complex
n-ggas, they want beef, i’m yellin’, “who else finna die next?”
who else finna die next?

[verse 2: blac youngsta]
yeah, i was robbin’ sh-t, b-tch
‘fore that n-gga gotti gave me a contract
i was smokin’ sh-t (gang, gang)
come around me, you gon’ get a contact
and that rattin’ sh-t
that’s the type of sh-t that’ll get your son whacked
and that hatin’ sh-t
that’s the reason you won’t ever get your mom back
cutthroat city where i’m from
n-ggas still stealing where i’m from
n-ggas still tryna run a scheme
’cause they still bleeding where i’m from
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout meek mill
when i say they poppin’ wheelies where i’m from
all these n-ggas wanna do is k!ll
malcolm in the middle where i’m from
i’m s-xy chocolate, so it’s understood she gon’ give me head
her friends blockin’ ’cause she more happy when we in the bed
i’m still poppin’ ace of spades, n-gga, ’til i’m dead
i’m running schemes, when i saw the laws, i had to fled

[chorus: yung bleu]
i know n-ggas wanna whack me
i might f-ck her if she s-xy
my lil’ n-ggas, we be running schemes
yeah, my lil’ n-ggas, we be running schemes
yeah, my lil’ n-ggas running schemes, we don’t do the poutin’
my lil’ n-ggas running schemes, b-tch, you know we wildin’
my lil’ n-ggas running schemes, b-tch, this money pilin’
just like girls gone wild, i’ll leave a n-gga topless
we don’t talk to cops so don’t be running up in my projects
run it up with this pack, i’m servin’ crack right out the complex
n-ggas, they want beef, i’m yellin’, “who else finna die next?”
who else finna die next?

[outro: yung bleu]
my lil’ n-ggas running schemes, straight off the top
my lil’ n-ggas running schemes, secure the block
they be hollerin’, “start the violence,” this sh-t never gonna stop
you know life is just a gamble so you know i’m calling shots
hit a n-gga with that one-two, i’m high stepping through the pot
whippin’ that work up over the stove, takin’ them extras off the top
you claim you street but know you not, ain’t never been in no shootout
i f-cked that b-tch, she got flew out
i need a fan ’cause i’m too hot
i need to cool out



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