Whoa
Whoa
Yall aint ready for this shit, uh
Yonce' on these hoes I'ma boss bitch
Bottle after bottle we on boss shit
Run up if you want it, know we with the shits
My hittas they won't miss you with them chop sticks
Run up get (run up) done up uh (done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (get done up)
Run up get (bitch run up) done up uh (you get done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (bitch)
Who these hoes think they f*ckin with
Its Kay Janey miss with the shits
These rag dolls stay talkin slick
Im sick of these hoes and they f*ckin lips
They sick lil baby gettin off like this
They sick lil baby hittem with the drip
Equipped with the loaded extendo clip
I clap back, iont miss
Im bout it bout it, no limit limit
Real deal no gimmick gimmick
Ready to rumble I'm wit it wit it
These hands baby you can get it get it
(Ya, Whoo)
Gotcha baby daddy on speed dial
Oh, she mad he with me now
Im acting funny, iont speak now
Off ya f*ckin head like a freestyle
Yonce' on these hoes I'ma boss bitch
Bottle after bottle we on boss shit
Run up if you want it, know we with the shits
My hittas they won't miss you with them chop sticks
Run up get (run up) done up uh (done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (get done up)
Run up get (bitch run up) done up uh (you get done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (bitch)
I walk up in this bitch they be like Kay you lit (oh you lit lit)
They know i run the game but i dont play that shit (straight up)
Treat my paper like my room mate bitch i stay with it
Swear my hittas stay on go please don't play with it
I'm on now and I'm going off, real bitches on roll call
Can't tell me shit like a know it all, act a ass I'm showing off
(Ya, Whoo)
Gotcha baby daddy on speed dial
Oh, she mad he with me now
Im acting funny, iont speak now
Off ya f*ckin head like a freestyle
Yonce' on these hoes I'ma boss bitch
Bottle after bottle we on boss shit
Run up if you want it, know we with the shits
My hittas they won't miss you with them chop sticks
Run up get (run up) done up uh (done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (get done up)
Run up get (bitch run up) done up uh (you get done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (bitch)
Kay Janey - Run Up Lyrics
Kay Janey - Run Up Lyrics
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Whoa
Whoa
Yall aint ready for this shit, uh
Yonce' on these hoes I'ma boss bitch
Bottle after bottle we on boss shit
Run up if you want it, know we with the shits
My hittas they won't miss you with them chop sticks
Run up get (run up) done up uh (done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (get done up)
Run up get (bitch run up) done up uh (you get done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (bitch)
Who these hoes think they f*ckin with
Its Kay Janey miss with the shits
These rag dolls stay talkin slick
Im sick of these hoes and they f*ckin lips
They sick lil baby gettin off like this
They sick lil baby hittem with the drip
Equipped with the loaded extendo clip
I clap back, iont miss
Im bout it bout it, no limit limit
Real deal no gimmick gimmick
Ready to rumble I'm wit it wit it
These hands baby you can get it get it
(Ya, Whoo)
Gotcha baby daddy on speed dial
Oh, she mad he with me now
Im acting funny, iont speak now
Off ya f*ckin head like a freestyle
Yonce' on these hoes I'ma boss bitch
Bottle after bottle we on boss shit
Run up if you want it, know we with the shits
My hittas they won't miss you with them chop sticks
Run up get (run up) done up uh (done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (get done up)
Run up get (bitch run up) done up uh (you get done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (bitch)
I walk up in this bitch they be like Kay you lit (oh you lit lit)
They know i run the game but i dont play that shit (straight up)
Treat my paper like my room mate bitch i stay with it
Swear my hittas stay on go please don't play with it
I'm on now and I'm going off, real bitches on roll call
Can't tell me shit like a know it all, act a ass I'm showing off
(Ya, Whoo)
Gotcha baby daddy on speed dial
Oh, she mad he with me now
Im acting funny, iont speak now
Off ya f*ckin head like a freestyle
Yonce' on these hoes I'ma boss bitch
Bottle after bottle we on boss shit
Run up if you want it, know we with the shits
My hittas they won't miss you with them chop sticks
Run up get (run up) done up uh (done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (get done up)
Run up get (bitch run up) done up uh (you get done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (bitch)
Whoa
Yall aint ready for this shit, uh
Yonce' on these hoes I'ma boss bitch
Bottle after bottle we on boss shit
Run up if you want it, know we with the shits
My hittas they won't miss you with them chop sticks
Run up get (run up) done up uh (done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (get done up)
Run up get (bitch run up) done up uh (you get done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (bitch)
Who these hoes think they f*ckin with
Its Kay Janey miss with the shits
These rag dolls stay talkin slick
Im sick of these hoes and they f*ckin lips
They sick lil baby gettin off like this
They sick lil baby hittem with the drip
Equipped with the loaded extendo clip
I clap back, iont miss
Im bout it bout it, no limit limit
Real deal no gimmick gimmick
Ready to rumble I'm wit it wit it
These hands baby you can get it get it
(Ya, Whoo)
Gotcha baby daddy on speed dial
Oh, she mad he with me now
Im acting funny, iont speak now
Off ya f*ckin head like a freestyle
Yonce' on these hoes I'ma boss bitch
Bottle after bottle we on boss shit
Run up if you want it, know we with the shits
My hittas they won't miss you with them chop sticks
Run up get (run up) done up uh (done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (get done up)
Run up get (bitch run up) done up uh (you get done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (bitch)
I walk up in this bitch they be like Kay you lit (oh you lit lit)
They know i run the game but i dont play that shit (straight up)
Treat my paper like my room mate bitch i stay with it
Swear my hittas stay on go please don't play with it
I'm on now and I'm going off, real bitches on roll call
Can't tell me shit like a know it all, act a ass I'm showing off
(Ya, Whoo)
Gotcha baby daddy on speed dial
Oh, she mad he with me now
Im acting funny, iont speak now
Off ya f*ckin head like a freestyle
Yonce' on these hoes I'ma boss bitch
Bottle after bottle we on boss shit
Run up if you want it, know we with the shits
My hittas they won't miss you with them chop sticks
Run up get (run up) done up uh (done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (get done up)
Run up get (bitch run up) done up uh (you get done up)
Run up get (run up) done up uh (bitch)
Writer: Jimi Guster, Kiarra Alston
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid