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lirik lagu i. run the city – sll

[verse 1: ali]
cup, full of lean
purple sprite and blue dream
oxycontin and white lines
we so gone like houdini
i said your b-tch, riding d-ck
she just wait, for the cl!ck
posing like she a model, her runway gon’ be dripping
i said i’m throwing, throwing, dolla bills
popping bottles, sh-t is real
ignant as f-ck and i don’t give a f-ck
your n-gga run lip, marathon on his tongue
i switch it up for you, quit claiming you sh-t
you bout as constipated as it gets
if i said it i meant it, i mean what i say
think bout crossing me? better look both ways
or consequences, to my defense
it’s common sense, if you defenseless, to leave you senseless
since birth i’ve been intending
to write and rhyme
line for line
kilo for kilo
this sh-t has got you so high man, so high man
and i’m still riding round with my pockets on swole
skinny n-gga got hoes out at my shows
she l!ck l!ck it down all the way to the bo-
t t o m til she can’t can’t no mo’
and i’m ready if you ready so ready set go
i hope she don’t think that i think she a ho
but b-tches ain’t sh-t and that’s truth be told
so put on your cape while i sit here and go

[hook] x2
whip, we riding
whip whip, we riding
jolly ranchers at the bottom of the cup
and them gold grills stay shining

[verse 2: christ]
your boy selling bars like we slanging oxy
your girl want my d-ck that’s why i’m c-cky
i’m just trying to hit don’t say that we talking
blunt so loud, man, you think the weed talking
after i f-ck you could hit the streets walking
i ain’t calling no cab, ho
she calling me an -ssh0l-
but i flash cash so she throw it back and i hit it fast and she ride slow
she drop knees, she call me christ
i’m sh-tting on the bible
but lord please, this head is nice
so don’t leave me liable
for decapitation
just have to face it
she the one who thinking she ain’t have to taste it
my bladder aiming right at her brain and it bang
these fake b-tches all lame, nah
we ain’t smoking the same, nah
we ain’t drinking the same drank
you got liq but i’m sipping lean
sip sipping on sizzurp
three six’s up in here
my mafia is f-cking yacked
she loving the crew, she running laps
she riding c-ck and she love it
she f-cked us all but what of it?
it was back to back but she fronting
ali had the back and frank hit the front end
mouth full of d-ck, b-tch
you ain’t saying nothing
better drop top while i’m driving out in public
f-ck the cops, my whole crew stunting

[hook] x2
whip, we riding
whip whip, we riding
jolly ranchers at the bottom of the cup and them gold grills stay shining

- sll

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