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runnin - fredo lyrics

[chorus]
they’re runnin’, they’re runnin’, they’re runnin’, they’re runnin’ again
hm, we’re gunnin’, we’re gunnin’, we’re gunnin’, we’re gunnin’ for them
hm, they’re runnin’, they’re runnin’, they’re runnin’, they’re runnin’ again
hm, we’re gunnin’, we’re gunnin’, we’re gunnin’, we’re gunnin’ for them

[verse]
nah, this ain’t a diss (no)
but you rappers are takin’ the p*ss (p*ss)
now, i’m aimin’, i ain’t gonna miss
yeah, you know how i handle my biz’ (i handle)
ba finally got him a chick (huh)
now he’s all on that gossipy sh*t (coward)
like he ain’t been livin’ his whole life beggin’ for food like he’s oliver twist
in that yellow lamb’, that’s a polony whip
fredo, the boss of the strip (boss)
yeah, he said my name out in public, so i told my savage, “it’s gotta be quick”
if i keep up the pressure, they’ll prob’ly snitch
i got the drop on your crib (shh)
n*ggas be acting like gangstas
but no, that’s not what it is (no)
if marlow think he gettin’ robbed every other week, he’ll probably be lit
i guess we won’t know, ’cause that donny’s a victim
big freddie, i’m back on my sh*t (back)
not too long ’till i’m back on my strip (strip)
little bro got a mac in the whip
think they hate ’cause these racks on my wrists
and i open up chicks like the packets of crisps
woah (woah), [fizz?] is home, but he ain’t tryna go and get back for his n*ggas
too busy showing off his back with the ribs
d*mn, i know that max will be p*ssed (p*ssed)
i’m maxing my jibs, n*ggas maxing their dibs
i feel actually tricked, n*ggas actin’ like crips (huh?)
when deep down, they got a passion for jumpin’ on crocodiles’ backs in the sticks (the f*ck?)
kinda gangsta is this?
n*ggas nerdy and certainly rookies
are you gangstas or personal bookies?
got ****, and we turned him to cookies
now the broskis are burnin’ their hoodies and phonin’ for goodies, you know how it goes (you know how it goes)
but i heard you ain’t playin’ your role (role)
so, no, maybe you don’t (don’t)
oh (oh, oh, oh), okay, she was talkin’ like she’ll manage the d*ck
put her on her back, went in real deep, legs shakin’ like she’s havin’ a fit
heard that they both got a show, so i pattern that quick
boy, don’t be lackin’ for chicks
if i had a pound for every time i put my **** on the six, i’d be actually rich (i am though)
they’re runnin’, and runnin’, and runnin’, i’m talkin’ about clavish’s clique (clique)
all they wanted was maccie and chips
ended up in the back with the dips (ha)
and my baddie don’t have any tits, but makes up for this with her back and her hips (she does)
still offin’ a whole load of cargo, just gave three hundred racks to ricardo (i did it)
we’re drinkin’ tonight, told her “i ain’t even drivin’, let’s book the viano” (book it)
she told me i’m lookin’ so gangster and grown when i rock that loro piana
my youngin just got him a cuban
didn’t buy it, he stole it from marlow (haha)
just sent a lil’ youngin to o, but he can’t even go to chicago (no)
[chorus]
hm, they’re runnin’, they’re runnin’, they’re runnin’, they’re runnin’ again (again)
hm, we’re gunnin’, we’re gunnin’, we’re gunnin’, we’re gunnin’ for them (for ‘dem)
hm, they’re runnin’, they’re runnin’, they’re runnin’, they’re runnin’ again (again)
hm, we’re gunnin’, we’re gunnin’, we’re gunnin’, we’re gunnin’ for them (for ‘dem)

- fredo lyrics

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