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yung dough - run it up lyrics

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intro-
no feelings for ah dumb thot

in the wraith we hotbox

yo b-tch ride my big c-ck

in my waist that big glock

bop bop bop

on my neck i got big rocks

uh uh uh

yo b-tch grabbin on my crotch

hook-
~run it up

run it up~

verse-
runnin up the check

glock turn you into ah mess

hunnid k up my wrist

got b-tches i like them mixed

they all just want me to die

they afraid when i ride

im makin all this guapo while you barely make it by

run it up

wockhardt in my cup

lil b-tch

you a lil b-ttercup

50 rounds

in my glock and drum

f-ck on yo wife imma c-m in her b-m

run you over in the f-ckin road

catch you slippin like i caught yo hoe

bad b-tches call me bad to the bone

wit my brozays yea we all ten toes

i just pulled up in the wraith

parked it up blunt to my face

broke boys flexin pocket change

i got bands up in my safe

i got bands up in my bank

in the rawri switchin lanes

blockin out all of the hate

cuz they know they f-ckin lame

hook-
~run it up

run it up~

- yung dough lyrics

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