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RUN IT UP! Video (MV)




Performed By: Time Just Kills
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: James Greaver




Time Just Kills - RUN IT UP! Lyrics
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Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
Okay f*ck all yo homies I do not f*ck with you bitches
I am a murderer sparing none of you peasants
Put that boy in a coffin 'cause he done f*cked with the devil
I know that all of you bitches wish you was up on my level
Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
Okay eat my dick like sirloin steak
Got yo bitch on my dick like "aye!"
Got an emo bitch like my wrist slit aye
Like a Beyblade she spinning on this dick yuh
You cannot rap f*ck it you are irrelevant
F*ck all you bitches I know my words are malevolent
I am on top I'm a president candidate
Bitch suckin' on this dick Squidward's clarinet aye
Drippin' too hard on these bitches like a faucet
Flyer than a seagull put me in the cockpit
See them build up bitch I demolish
I see the line bitch I'ma cross it
What the f*ck bruh
I don't know what I'm doing no more
I don't even know what I'm saying no more
I'm too good at this shit
I don't need no more help
F*ck all this
I'm the greatest one out here bro
I'm on top I'm on top of all this shit
F*ck all these bitches
I just wanna say all these rappers suck yo
Aye
Bitch suck my dick it's making her hiccup
Shorty on her knees she murder my meat uh
Had a little shorty numb from the knees up
Got her pussy wetter than the Red Sea uh
Dick make her happy call it Sunny-D uh
Slide in the pussy like a debit card uh
Put it on your daughter and she still caught a nut
Humina humina damn she still tryna f*ck
Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
Okay f*ck all yo homies I do not f*ck with you bitches
I am a murderer sparing none of you peasants
Put that boy in a coffin 'cause he done f*cked with the devil
I know that all of you bitches wish you was up on my level
Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
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Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
Okay f*ck all yo homies I do not f*ck with you bitches
I am a murderer sparing none of you peasants
Put that boy in a coffin 'cause he done f*cked with the devil
I know that all of you bitches wish you was up on my level
Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
Okay eat my dick like sirloin steak
Got yo bitch on my dick like "aye!"
Got an emo bitch like my wrist slit aye
Like a Beyblade she spinning on this dick yuh
You cannot rap f*ck it you are irrelevant
F*ck all you bitches I know my words are malevolent
I am on top I'm a president candidate
Bitch suckin' on this dick Squidward's clarinet aye
Drippin' too hard on these bitches like a faucet
Flyer than a seagull put me in the cockpit
See them build up bitch I demolish
I see the line bitch I'ma cross it
What the f*ck bruh
I don't know what I'm doing no more
I don't even know what I'm saying no more
I'm too good at this shit
I don't need no more help
F*ck all this
I'm the greatest one out here bro
I'm on top I'm on top of all this shit
F*ck all these bitches
I just wanna say all these rappers suck yo
Aye
Bitch suck my dick it's making her hiccup
Shorty on her knees she murder my meat uh
Had a little shorty numb from the knees up
Got her pussy wetter than the Red Sea uh
Dick make her happy call it Sunny-D uh
Slide in the pussy like a debit card uh
Put it on your daughter and she still caught a nut
Humina humina damn she still tryna f*ck
Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
Okay f*ck all yo homies I do not f*ck with you bitches
I am a murderer sparing none of you peasants
Put that boy in a coffin 'cause he done f*cked with the devil
I know that all of you bitches wish you was up on my level
Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
Run it up run it up
Pussy boy come run it up
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Writer: James Greaver
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