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Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my
F*ck all these rappers they're so wack need to let it out
Gun in my pant I know you dont want me take it out
Suck it suck it suck it suck my gun fore I let you run
F*ck you f*ck you f*ck you like in porn f*ck them everyone
They dont want smoke, real gun no joke
Hit'em in front of face gun never choke
Make your bitch go f*ck all my bros
Do harlem shake am from the road
All these fake boys gonna lose their bae
When I am not around why you talk about me
I can't hear you come near and say
And your fav rapper is a f*cking gay
No I can't trust no hoe no I can't trust no hoe
Yo you just faking bro no I can't trust no hoe
No I can't trust no hoe yo you just faking bro
No I can't trust no hoe thats why I go on my own
Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk
Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk `
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my
You cannot stop am tornado
I gotta focus on my pedal though
Am from the place they call ghetto
I got this smile for my haters
Come & take your bitch am fed up
Shit you did wack never get better
In my circle there's no fakers
Am the game you just a player
Playing with your bitch like ping pong
All these rappers do is sing a song
Smoke dem like am cheech chong
Motha fukka am on your door like ding dong
No helping hands I got vision
Freddy plus am Jason
Am the man on the mission
Better run from here fore I kill someone
Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk
Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my
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Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk
Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my
F*ck all these rappers they're so wack need to let it out
Gun in my pant I know you dont want me take it out
Suck it suck it suck it suck my gun fore I let you run
F*ck you f*ck you f*ck you like in porn f*ck them everyone
They dont want smoke, real gun no joke
Hit'em in front of face gun never choke
Make your bitch go f*ck all my bros
Do harlem shake am from the road
All these fake boys gonna lose their bae
When I am not around why you talk about me
I can't hear you come near and say
And your fav rapper is a f*cking gay
No I can't trust no hoe no I can't trust no hoe
Yo you just faking bro no I can't trust no hoe
No I can't trust no hoe yo you just faking bro
No I can't trust no hoe thats why I go on my own
Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk
Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk `
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my
You cannot stop am tornado
I gotta focus on my pedal though
Am from the place they call ghetto
I got this smile for my haters
Come & take your bitch am fed up
Shit you did wack never get better
In my circle there's no fakers
Am the game you just a player
Playing with your bitch like ping pong
All these rappers do is sing a song
Smoke dem like am cheech chong
Motha fukka am on your door like ding dong
No helping hands I got vision
Freddy plus am Jason
Am the man on the mission
Better run from here fore I kill someone
Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk
Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my
Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my
F*ck all these rappers they're so wack need to let it out
Gun in my pant I know you dont want me take it out
Suck it suck it suck it suck my gun fore I let you run
F*ck you f*ck you f*ck you like in porn f*ck them everyone
They dont want smoke, real gun no joke
Hit'em in front of face gun never choke
Make your bitch go f*ck all my bros
Do harlem shake am from the road
All these fake boys gonna lose their bae
When I am not around why you talk about me
I can't hear you come near and say
And your fav rapper is a f*cking gay
No I can't trust no hoe no I can't trust no hoe
Yo you just faking bro no I can't trust no hoe
No I can't trust no hoe yo you just faking bro
No I can't trust no hoe thats why I go on my own
Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk
Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk `
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my
You cannot stop am tornado
I gotta focus on my pedal though
Am from the place they call ghetto
I got this smile for my haters
Come & take your bitch am fed up
Shit you did wack never get better
In my circle there's no fakers
Am the game you just a player
Playing with your bitch like ping pong
All these rappers do is sing a song
Smoke dem like am cheech chong
Motha fukka am on your door like ding dong
No helping hands I got vision
Freddy plus am Jason
Am the man on the mission
Better run from here fore I kill someone
Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk
Run motha fukka run run motha fuk Run motha fukka run run motha fuk
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my gun
Run motha fukka run run
Run fore I pull my
Writer: Bibek Lawaju
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