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Run Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Wolfgang Daniels
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Devin Daniels




Wolfgang Daniels - Run Up Lyrics
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Run Up
Bitch Nigga Run Up
Run Up
And bitch nigga get done up
Run up, run up, run up
Nigga you will get done up
Right before the sun come up
You don't get to see your mother (Oooo)
Run up, run up, run up
Nigga you will get done up
Right before the sun come up
Like them cops, you under covers
(Look)
Run up, get done up
Right before the sun come up
Then scratch the serial number
Cause we flush 'em like the plumber
We ain't see it Stevie Wonder
Then send flowers to your mother while she burying you under
The ground
And if you listen close this is the sound
That the people wanna hear so let me bring it to they ear
Just to let them know I'm here
They say you gotta make a hit
So this that Wolfgang Daniels shit
And I am Wolfgang Daniels bitch
I'm riding round, round town
High as shit, like my name Bobby Brown
Cloud Nine, 9Mag, Bitch bad
Pretty face, ole big nice ass
Nice tits, rich shit
She want this BBD, this big ole black dick
You lack shit, you average
You say it's your girl, but y'all never really have shit
You mad bitch, get pass it
Before I green light you like you in traffic
Have you disappear like it's magic
Have your people left feeling nostalgic
Hit your bitch right between her pelvis
Left it all shook up like Elvis
And when it come down to my money look at me nigga I'm selfish
(Why)
Cause f*ck niggas go adios
They get burned like they some toast until they turn into a ghost
Lord help 'em get out of this
Cause I'm bout to run this bitch
Run this bitch, run this bitch
Until a nigga in a ditch
I'm all over this money, cause a nigga steady hungry
Man I do the money dance just to put that shit bluntly
Pistol go click clack boom boom
Leave your ears ringing but ain't no one left to answer homie
Man I'm all over this f*cking beat
Food for thought bon appetit
Nigga stay lit, bad bitch Mary Jane
High five, bullet proof,
If K Dot go doof, doof, doof
Then Wolfgang go bang, bang, bang, bang
Nigga
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Run Up
Bitch Nigga Run Up
Run Up
And bitch nigga get done up
Run up, run up, run up
Nigga you will get done up
Right before the sun come up
You don't get to see your mother (Oooo)
Run up, run up, run up
Nigga you will get done up
Right before the sun come up
Like them cops, you under covers
(Look)
Run up, get done up
Right before the sun come up
Then scratch the serial number
Cause we flush 'em like the plumber
We ain't see it Stevie Wonder
Then send flowers to your mother while she burying you under
The ground
And if you listen close this is the sound
That the people wanna hear so let me bring it to they ear
Just to let them know I'm here
They say you gotta make a hit
So this that Wolfgang Daniels shit
And I am Wolfgang Daniels bitch
I'm riding round, round town
High as shit, like my name Bobby Brown
Cloud Nine, 9Mag, Bitch bad
Pretty face, ole big nice ass
Nice tits, rich shit
She want this BBD, this big ole black dick
You lack shit, you average
You say it's your girl, but y'all never really have shit
You mad bitch, get pass it
Before I green light you like you in traffic
Have you disappear like it's magic
Have your people left feeling nostalgic
Hit your bitch right between her pelvis
Left it all shook up like Elvis
And when it come down to my money look at me nigga I'm selfish
(Why)
Cause f*ck niggas go adios
They get burned like they some toast until they turn into a ghost
Lord help 'em get out of this
Cause I'm bout to run this bitch
Run this bitch, run this bitch
Until a nigga in a ditch
I'm all over this money, cause a nigga steady hungry
Man I do the money dance just to put that shit bluntly
Pistol go click clack boom boom
Leave your ears ringing but ain't no one left to answer homie
Man I'm all over this f*cking beat
Food for thought bon appetit
Nigga stay lit, bad bitch Mary Jane
High five, bullet proof,
If K Dot go doof, doof, doof
Then Wolfgang go bang, bang, bang, bang
Nigga
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Writer: Devin Daniels
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