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Run it, run it (Bitch!)
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, (Bitch!) run it
Run it, run it (Bitch!)
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, (Bitch!) run it
I'm in the cocaine Chrysler 300 hoodied up
Doing damage I ain't really doing much here for my image
I'm a low-down, low-eyed, low-riding bastard
With 100 fucking Robert Bordens passenger side
Bitch I ride
All of my niggas are ready to die for it I put my life on it, Nigga
Posted up polishing pieces, you better believe it, it's COD cash to release it
I'm runnin' up runnin' up runnin' up dollas
Pushin the pedal the rental Impala
I gotta get it while get it is gottem'
Dare you to try you don't look like a problem
Run it, run it (Bitch!)
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, (Bitch!) run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
O frondens virga
In tua nobilitate stans
Sicut aurora procedit
Nunc gaude et letare
Et nos debiles dignare
A mala consuetudine liberare
Atque manum tuam porrige
Ad erigendum nos
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it (Hey!)
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
O' flowering, noble stem
Your petals come forth like the dawn
Rejoice now, and be glad
And free us from evil ways
Weak as we are
(Run it, run it!)
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it (Hey!)
Run it, run it
Run it, run it (Bitch!)
Run it, run it
O' flowering, noble stem