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That motherfucker hard, Run That Back
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Run That Back West
We Good Fellas in the city, & these bums hate it
With top shottas like Jamaicans that got drums hanging
Hit the block, come back with fat pockets like im fundraising
Trap look like Baskin-Robbins I got dumb flavors
Shuffle down they block like a raver, toting dumb lasers
My young crash niggas quick to splash like they owe favors
I could send some niggas to your block nigga with no favor
I could get 'em tagged on your block, nigga, with no laser
You can't put no hits on nobody, you got no paper
Told her I was gone call her right back, didn't even call her later
Bitch said I "like everybody", like I don't got no flavor
Bitch before you hop in my load, pay me now not later
Cuddy said "it's a hole in this wood", so I gave him a paper
Bitch started acting addicted off this dick, so she think I laced her
Told cro we could squabble in the back, it ain't nothing major
Nigga, do you want a boosie fade or you want a taper?
If I drop this check in your bank, we can get some paper
If she ain't got no funds for Lil P, I'ma humiliate her
We Good Fellas in the city, & these bums hate it
With top shottas like Jamaicans that got drums hanging
Hit the block, come back with fat pockets like im fundraising
Trap look like Baskin-Robbins I got dumb flavors
Shuffle down they block like a raver, toting dumb lasers
My young crash niggas quick to splash like they owe favors
My young niggas quick to crash like they road raging
I got another trap, but don't let that bother you, them is whore payments
Sagging load, beat the road up until that bitch bleed
Freak bitch, blamped her off the perc & made the bitch cream
Casa freak hoes turn her up, she fucking it up
Don Juli' just turnt her out, she turned to a slut
Slime her out, not type save her im gone slay her
Mob ties if you not locked in, then you could be in danger
Casa freak hoes turn her up, she fucking it up
Don Juli' just turnt her out, she turned to a slut