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Fearless Video (MV)




Performed By: Roadrunner Costa
Length: 2:41
Written by: LLOYD HATCHER




Roadrunner Costa - Fearless Lyrics




Road Runner...
I ain't afraid of no nigga only afraid of being broke
Take something I clean a nigga out like soap
Hit the road contrarian in vehicles
Cant see it though I'm tied in like a rope
30 Bands inside my coat
I can move the bag fast like in one day
Quick cash serve a nigga on the one way
With the Prince ya a nigga know the Jefe
Say thirsty so I gave her Dos Equis
Nigga shot twice but he miss me
Had to slide down like a giffy
Designer In the trap too drippy
Had to bring Kill Bill with me
Hustling i'm the definition of it
Scales in the cabinet and the bands in the oven
They don't know if its here but I might get to dumping
We take this shit too serious we might kill you if you touch it

I ain't afraid of no nigga only afraid of being broke
Certified roadrunner on and off the interstate
On my soul
Tied in like a rope
I'm the definition of it
Too real thank my momma

6 In the morning
I'm back at the spot
Riding with it cautious
Cause the police out here hot
I'm addicted I cant stop
I keep my eye on the pot
Water whipping in the kitchen
Waiting til something drop
Its amazing
Running up them bands at different paces
I'm patient
With the load moving different places
Surrounded by the criminals
Killers drug dealers
He ain't running off with nothing
If he did we'll get em on my soul
Solid nigga too real thank my momma
Got a extra round clip for the drama
Take something we'll catch you right away
Certified roadrunner on and off the interstate
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Road Runner...
I ain't afraid of no nigga only afraid of being broke
Take something I clean a nigga out like soap
Hit the road contrarian in vehicles
Cant see it though I'm tied in like a rope
30 Bands inside my coat
I can move the bag fast like in one day
Quick cash serve a nigga on the one way
With the Prince ya a nigga know the Jefe
Say thirsty so I gave her Dos Equis
Nigga shot twice but he miss me
Had to slide down like a giffy
Designer In the trap too drippy
Had to bring Kill Bill with me
Hustling i'm the definition of it
Scales in the cabinet and the bands in the oven
They don't know if its here but I might get to dumping
We take this shit too serious we might kill you if you touch it

I ain't afraid of no nigga only afraid of being broke
Certified roadrunner on and off the interstate
On my soul
Tied in like a rope
I'm the definition of it
Too real thank my momma

6 In the morning
I'm back at the spot
Riding with it cautious
Cause the police out here hot
I'm addicted I cant stop
I keep my eye on the pot
Water whipping in the kitchen
Waiting til something drop
Its amazing
Running up them bands at different paces
I'm patient
With the load moving different places
Surrounded by the criminals
Killers drug dealers
He ain't running off with nothing
If he did we'll get em on my soul
Solid nigga too real thank my momma
Got a extra round clip for the drama
Take something we'll catch you right away
Certified roadrunner on and off the interstate
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Writer: LLOYD HATCHER
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave


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