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lirik lagu runnin – azealia banks


runnin’

[verse 1:]
i was born ready (ha ha)
i’m working your man up in that circuit
b*tch i plan to look that perfect
cheap little brand with a b*tch that’s certain
clique that gang and spit that curtain
he wanna slam, wanna whip that serpent
he wanna wham
wanna get it in, wanna get it out
wanna sweat it in, wanna lick it up
but your n*gg* been listening to broads
sayin’ n*gg*s on the internet now
so we kick it with the tickets to the what
d*mn motherf*cker you can sniff it in the b*tt
you a fan little n*gg* you be living for the c*nt
you be handful of scrilla while i’m jiggling the buns
i can stop moving still jiggling the buns
i can pop in the middle with a little bit of pun
i can drop for your n*gg* when he get up in the front
i can spot but you n*gg*s gotta to get us in front
but i’m not these b*tches with the d*ck up on their tongues
not these b*tches, all these n*gg*s been among
so it’s not with me when i with your n*gg* in the crumbs
and it’s not me chilling with your n*gg* in the slums
so run run whenever-whenever i’m in the sun, uh

i’m a sp-spend this n*gg*s sp-spinach
i tell him to eat the couchie then hit this n*gg* for lyrics
he know that i got that juicy
that juicy booty, that fruity, that fruity tooti
that natural beauty
he rich; he poppin that bougie
i got that glock and that uzi
that ch-ch-chop and the tuni
i hit your block with a goonie and put a dot on ya nugget
split ya top and ya stomach
hit ya pops and ya cousin
miss the shot if he runnin’
and get as hot as he want it

[hook:]
you, you don’t want
i know you, you don’t wanna f*ck with me
you on one, i’m on two
bang or get banged on; you choose
[x2:]
these n*gg*s runnin
these n*gg*s runnin
they stay pumping that game
but these n*gg*s frontin
all day up on this stage
these n*gg*s like they something
say this b*tch is coming
now these n*gg*s runnin
runnin, runnin
these n*gg*s runnin

[verse 2:]
i’m in the creme coupe seats
color: gingerbread
you know i got that b*tch covered like a ninja head
you say you bout to get buggin bout to spend your-bread
so you bout to get smothered with that infrared
bet that strawberry banana f-fanna
click never jam-a
i’m finna damage your armor and plan to blam at your grandma
these n*gg*s toting they hammers
but really open punana’s
i smell these n*gg*s
they p*ssy they p*ssy they needa douche it
don’t let him up in the cushion unless he come with the right do’s
if not, then b*tch you better f*ck you a white dude
if not, then b*tch he better come with the right d*ck
if not, then b*tch you probably know that he like d*ck
f*ck feeding these n*gg*s
you b*tches breeding these n*gg*s?
i get the beats from these n*gg*s
then hit the streets with these n*gg*s
y’all tryna sleep with these n*gg*s
i’m tryna eat with these n*gg*s
i read these n*gg*s the script and get sick of seeing these n*gg*s now

[hook]


| kumpulan lirik lagu azealia banks

Disclaimer: lirik lagu runnin - azealia banks adalah properti dan hak cipta oleh pemilik / pencipta, dan disajikan untuk tujuan edukasi, promosi dan untuk penggunaan pribadi.


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