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Str3ss - Run It Lyrics



Str3ss - Run It Lyrics




I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch like
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch like
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it

Give me your wallet
Give me these jewels and shoes I want em
I pull my gun out and tell you to run em
I'ma shoot your back out, you ain't f*ckin runnin
I don't the ones bitch I'm looking for the hunnids
Blue faces got me in the alleyway huntin
Blue lights got me in the alleyway runnin
Can't fight back cause I got these bullets hummin
I just want hoes and clothes
Margiela my toes
Presi plane jane on my wrist all gold
I don't wanna f*ck bitch I only want the dome
Til she bent over and looked just like the movie "Holes"
Like whoa whoa whoa
Then I took a picture and in her I blew my load
I was like whoa whoa whoa
Then I took a picture and in her I blew my load

I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch like
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch like
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it

Pull up on you with that extendo
Mexican carryin on my right hip
You runnin lips
Talk it but not ever walk it
You ain't ever gonna be rich
You gonna die
Eleven-hundred fifty-five
Feet per-second when these bullets bust up out that fire
Came on up the food chain bussin
Now these f*ckin pussy boys can't eve look me in the eye
Hoe!
Hollow tips rip
When my index slip
Til the empty clip
That nine milli kick back
Make your skull crack
Stomp you like a door mat
Wanna see your brain go splat
Yung White Trash gon let it smack

I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch like
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch like
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
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I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch like
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch like
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it

Give me your wallet
Give me these jewels and shoes I want em
I pull my gun out and tell you to run em
I'ma shoot your back out, you ain't f*ckin runnin
I don't the ones bitch I'm looking for the hunnids
Blue faces got me in the alleyway huntin
Blue lights got me in the alleyway runnin
Can't fight back cause I got these bullets hummin
I just want hoes and clothes
Margiela my toes
Presi plane jane on my wrist all gold
I don't wanna f*ck bitch I only want the dome
Til she bent over and looked just like the movie "Holes"
Like whoa whoa whoa
Then I took a picture and in her I blew my load
I was like whoa whoa whoa
Then I took a picture and in her I blew my load

I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch like
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch like
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it

Pull up on you with that extendo
Mexican carryin on my right hip
You runnin lips
Talk it but not ever walk it
You ain't ever gonna be rich
You gonna die
Eleven-hundred fifty-five
Feet per-second when these bullets bust up out that fire
Came on up the food chain bussin
Now these f*ckin pussy boys can't eve look me in the eye
Hoe!
Hollow tips rip
When my index slip
Til the empty clip
That nine milli kick back
Make your skull crack
Stomp you like a door mat
Wanna see your brain go splat
Yung White Trash gon let it smack

I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch like
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch
I just might take your shit
I just might f*ck your bitch like
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
Run it run it run it run it
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Writer: Douglas Wilkins
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Str3ss
Length: 2:43
Written by: Douglas Wilkins

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