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yus gz - don't run* lyrics

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[chorus: yus gz & edot baby]
like, don’t run (baow, baow)
bro stand up on him, and give him the switch (grrah, grrah)
double back just in case we miss (double back)
keep double tappin’, in love with my [?]
too much ptsd, my knocka got a kick
[?] he better stay out the mix
edot dead, how he went out like this? (what the f+ck?)
grrah, grrah, grrah (it’s edot baby)
notti boppin’, poking my hips
like, grrah, grrah (baow, baow)
wait, n+gga stumbled and tripped
when that n+gga looked back, i threw ten out the clip
oh, he try to reach for his gun? bet, he a b+tch
bet he can’t quick draw, up it, and cl!ck
like, walk him down i don’t care who we hit
grrah, grrah, grrah

[verse: dthang]
rpt, four+sev’, four+sev’
like, grrah (like, grrah)
jacob a d+ck, and he died with his knock (likе, jacob)
one deep when i creep through they block
keep spinning and spinning ’till somеbody shot
oh he threw up a o? (like, what?) erase him (die o’s)
beam on his back, no we don’t gotta chase him
don’t wanna f+ck, i won’t make her
like, n+gga dumb off the chaser
[?]
[?]
bet he gon’ throw, can’t wait till he run into us (gang, gang, gang like—)
all of my n+ggas got motion (like, what?)
like, we got unlimited funds (unlimited funds)
they know that we rich (you know that we rich)
[?]
and she wanna f+ck, but she out of luck, ’cause she not the friend that i want
like, she wanna f+ck, but she out of luck, ’cause she not the friend that i want
[chorus: yus gz]
like, don’t run (baow, baow)
bro stand up on him, and give him the switch (grrah, grrah)
double back just in case we miss (double back)
keep double tappin’, in love with my [?]
too much ptsd, my knocka got a kick
[?] he better stay out the mix
edot dead, how he went out like this? (what the f+ck?)
grrah, grrah, grrah
notti boppin’, poking my hips
like, grrah, grrah (baow, baow)
wait, n+gga stumbled and tripped
when that n+gga looked back, i threw ten out the clip
oh, he try to reach for his gun? bet, he a b+tch
bet he can’t quick draw, up it, and cl!ck
like, walk him down i don’t care who we hit
grrah, grrah, grrah

- yus gz lyrics

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