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Mic Vanngo - Run Out Lyrics



Mic Vanngo - Run Out Lyrics




Posted it at the spot with my gun out.
Trying to flush this pack won't be long til I run out
I got a few left call the plug before we run out Tryna to get a Check
I'll be posted till the sun out aye!aye! run out I aint tryna to run out bitch
She was down switched it up and Had to run out aye! Aye!
Run out i aint trying to run out ballin on these Niggas im like Jordan with his tongue out!
I stopped playing and came back like im Mike
Courtside talking shit like I'm spike
F*ck Court Niggas running for they life
Throwing rocks hiding hands that's like running on some ice
Throwing salt on your man oh you know these Niggas sife
For that cheese Niggas mice ain't no telling if they might Street hot shit change
Niggas f*cking up the price we ain't Worried about the other side cause we gone get a slice
Back to back every night praying that the fish we'll Bite nigga pull up to the spot
And make sure you hit the lights
I swear these bites don't listen but I got to get it I got a money addiction the shit
That I'm getting it had him tripping It made him pawn his whole kitchen
Kicked her out no chilling dick her down no feelings
She ate my dick in a foreign
I got to go in the morning
I'm on most done now
Bitch I'm Finna crumb out
A nigga better come now
Cause bitch I'm Finna run out
I stopped playing and came back like I am Dion
Primetime on these motherf*cking peons
Ballin with my chains on bitch I need mine like Fazion
Ain't dealing with no Smokie Niggas knowing that they owe me Nigga
All I got is Crumbs Niggas say he finna come and that done been an hour
This the last of this powder nigga
On these Niggas Nicc running up a check
I designer to the Neck Ballin f*ck a ref
Got to a bag with no label
Straight out the mud with no favors Niggas switch sides cause they made up
That kind cant sit at my table (Bitch you know it hoe)
Running up a bag on daily nigga (Bitch u know it hoe)
Fucc that shit u owe me gotta pay me nigga (Bitch u know it hoe)
Had to tell that bitch im nothing like these basic niggas
Cause she done eat this dick up in the car i aint got Patient with her
Ballin on these niggas need a Jersey like a Laker nigga
Wake up and go get some money i cant never wait on niggas
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Posted it at the spot with my gun out.
Trying to flush this pack won't be long til I run out
I got a few left call the plug before we run out Tryna to get a Check
I'll be posted till the sun out aye!aye! run out I aint tryna to run out bitch
She was down switched it up and Had to run out aye! Aye!
Run out i aint trying to run out ballin on these Niggas im like Jordan with his tongue out!
I stopped playing and came back like im Mike
Courtside talking shit like I'm spike
F*ck Court Niggas running for they life
Throwing rocks hiding hands that's like running on some ice
Throwing salt on your man oh you know these Niggas sife
For that cheese Niggas mice ain't no telling if they might Street hot shit change
Niggas f*cking up the price we ain't Worried about the other side cause we gone get a slice
Back to back every night praying that the fish we'll Bite nigga pull up to the spot
And make sure you hit the lights
I swear these bites don't listen but I got to get it I got a money addiction the shit
That I'm getting it had him tripping It made him pawn his whole kitchen
Kicked her out no chilling dick her down no feelings
She ate my dick in a foreign
I got to go in the morning
I'm on most done now
Bitch I'm Finna crumb out
A nigga better come now
Cause bitch I'm Finna run out
I stopped playing and came back like I am Dion
Primetime on these motherf*cking peons
Ballin with my chains on bitch I need mine like Fazion
Ain't dealing with no Smokie Niggas knowing that they owe me Nigga
All I got is Crumbs Niggas say he finna come and that done been an hour
This the last of this powder nigga
On these Niggas Nicc running up a check
I designer to the Neck Ballin f*ck a ref
Got to a bag with no label
Straight out the mud with no favors Niggas switch sides cause they made up
That kind cant sit at my table (Bitch you know it hoe)
Running up a bag on daily nigga (Bitch u know it hoe)
Fucc that shit u owe me gotta pay me nigga (Bitch u know it hoe)
Had to tell that bitch im nothing like these basic niggas
Cause she done eat this dick up in the car i aint got Patient with her
Ballin on these niggas need a Jersey like a Laker nigga
Wake up and go get some money i cant never wait on niggas
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Writer: Michael Vann
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Performed By: Mic Vanngo
Length: 4:08
Written by: Michael Vann

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