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lirik lagu thee run up bitch freestyle – theevibe

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[intro]
y’all hoes know what the f*ckin’ vibes is

[verse]
yo, i get the money, get a bag, then i do the dash
b*tches hatin’ on me, ’cause i make they n*gga nut fast
i put a ski on, and you b*tches know that it’s demon time
b*tches hit my line, do a crime, i ain’t doin’ time
i get a beat, and then i’m quick to bring the heat
that n*gga b*tch so trash, i’m what he really wanna eat
i’m quick to get a pin, and write a b*tch up like a novel
b*tches givin’ lower shelf, i’m steady givin’ top bottle (mwah)
a doll face, even with no f*ckin’ makeup on
yo’ n*gga ken to my barbie, know that n*gga gone
you hoes a game, i’m the king, you my f*ckin’ p*wn
b*tches act like pests, you a weed, time to mow the lawn
steady cookin’, all these b*tches wanna beef
takin’ all they n*ggas, you can call my ass a thief
a spicy b*tch, but i got him thinkin’ i’ma treat
these b*tches copyin’ my style, but you know they can’t compete
i step in any room, and i got every b*tch froze
the ice up on my neck got you sniffin’, wipe yo’ nose
they wonder what’s my secret, ask yo’ n*gga, bet he know
but i ain’t f*ckin’ with no dh n*gga, he just for the hoes (mwah)
like evil twin, you know i’m givin’ out smoke
ya life a joke, pockets broke, and ya doin’ coke
i’m new to this, how i’m better than you already?
i’m a young fly b*tch, and you b*tches lookin’ sweaty
you lookin’ sh*tty, but i’m givin’ top tier
no other b*tch up on my level, b*tch, drop a tear
bum b*tches talkin’ sh*t, i feel it in my ear
but when i find out who was talkin’ bet these b*tches havin’ fear
the coldest hot girl, b*tches really blowin’ me
yo’ n*gga with the b*tches in the back tryna blow on me the hardest in the city, ain’t no n*gga showin’ it
been givin’ me little, why the f*ck would i be wantin’ it?
i’m bossed up, and i’m turnin’ up the flame ho
i got ’em so obsessed with me, they love to say the name, ho
wild card, these n*ggas wanna try to tame ho
but b*tches cannot step to me, ’cause checkin’ ain’t the game though
i’m heatin’ up, i’m on you rappin’ b*tches ass
you can’t compete, i’ma elite, different class
that n*gga left you, ’cause yo’ ass stiff like some plastic
you hoes delusional, granny rollin’ in her casket
[outro]
you weak b*tches know what’s up
you wack hoes know what the f*ck is good
ready for any one of you motherf*ckin’ b*tches, yeah

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