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Make that nigga run
Make that nigga run
Make that nigga run
Make that nigga run
Run (huh), Run (huh), Run (huh)
What?
Run (huh), Run (huh), Run (huh)
What?
Let the choppa rang out I make em run huh
Uh, draco hit that nigga chest it fucked his lungs up
Uh, put extendo on that shit I let it dump huh
Uh, I'm smoking gas, smoking trees, Forest Gump huh
Uh, she want a relationship, but bitch I'm tryna fuck
Girl, come through let's get nasty
Pull into the lot, get into the backseat
Get a fucking uber or a fucking taxi
And this bitch some pressure, I betcha I ain't passing
Yeah I'm smoking exotic cause that shit relaxing
Bro know he ain't bout it, he pulled up and clapped him
Put up your fists, Mike Tyson I rocked him
Might fuck on his bitch, I'm sorry I'm wallin
Might take a lil trip, I go to an island
Making some plays for the gang bitch we up now
Pass em the bins and he score like a touchdown
Uh, 10-0 run they gotta pipe down
Don't run up on me, I got the pipe now
Make that nigga
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run
Make that nigga
Run, Run,What
Run, Run, Run
Make that nigga fucking, uh
Run, Run, Run
What
Run, Run, Run
Make that nigga
Run, Run, Run
Uh, Run, Run
Make that nigga
Gabriel Rivera
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