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Who Run It Lyrics - Artist : Xanman
Yeah, hey perc, hey swerv, ayy coo (shoo)
Fuck these niggas at holmes, yeah, grrr Rob cuz he got Suged I got the red beam, Riding Hood Im from a place, Wish a nigga would Cuz talking bout I went Hollywood Shooting at niggas like the Army would Is that nigga breathing? He hardly could That nigga bluffing know that he not a plug The pack in [?] a jugg Walk down on your man wit a G-lock Pump on me get his head blown 3 blocks Sixth Grade, wooping niggas for G-Shock (Pew Pew) Let the Ruger beep bop Ric Flair put the zip in a kneelock I got the birds, nigga no peacock You can backdoor, we doin 3 knocks Pistol at the baby it's [?] Go to work like I play for the Nationals Gun got a switch, but its not compatible White plug keep calling me radical In the city do a hit at the capital I love the beams, but the scope is tactical Walk in wit a stick "Holy Mackerel!" No glick swapping Ruger's not Collateral I heard that lil nigga got work and we backing him He acting like he'll shoot or sum That nigga keep bluffing, we shoot her son I got me a mac with he cooling gun In the house wit a Drac "Look what you done" He talk on the internet make it worse Might shoot his Grandmother and take her purse I wipe off the blood with the baby shirt I got a big dog, but the cage will work I still want to know what you acting hard for when you ain't hop off the porch Where was you when [?] was going through, yal niggas was playing sports He was confused and [?] get bullet wounds, and out here you playing fort Heard lil cuz just trying to eat off my plate, Imma stab his ass wit a fork |
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