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runaway - a$hy black thug lyrics

[intro: a$hy black thug]
mal in this b*tch wit’ me

[verse 1: a$hy black thug]
i am so lit that it don’t make no decimals
i got some weed that is loud as the decibels
my momma told me to eat all my vegetables
but i grew up in the kitchen wit’ residue
now they want thugga to be at they festival
you got the p*ssy up there on the pedestal
i tell them b*tches that i gotta ball
fly on the wall and i’m fly on the wall
crack in the back and the front of my draws
i had da pack like a runaway
boy put yo gun away, n*gga i’m bright as a summer day
i need a check for real
i need a new chain wit’ more loop holes than a record deal
i’m in this b*tch wit lil practice
you n*ggas need a lil practice
i take a drink of molasses then i flow hot as a cactus
n*gga shoutout to my plug he got that lean like a axis
shooting or stabbing, n*ggas what’s happ’nin
only thing i’m ever ducking is taxes
i’m living lavish
god forgive me but even my sins is cinematic
way too lit, so i might as well get high to death
i’mma die smack, word to juice wrld i’m fly to death
[malpractice]
that’s good sh*t

[verse 2: malpractice]
an i brush my t**th when i floss
shorty the bomb, he just like his mom
the first thing they say like wa alayk*mu s*salam
got my degree an i’m showing my draws
practice could [?]
practice might not get no cheeks ‘til the fall
i hit caprice and she copped a caprice
momma would ask me to step on her back, that’s when i knew that i would get a crack at this
shorty a meezy, she don’t cap at all(capitol), basically saying that she from annapolis
now she all in my pocket
now she wanna go and check the log
and i used to be a f*ckin family guy til my baby started talking to my dog
either way i am a griffin
i am a vulture
i am a plane that don’t plummet
my girl volunteer the ball
like at the top of the mountain she patting the summit
come to the streets of d.c., that ‘05 chris brown; i’m trynna run it
and all my checks in roman numerals cause my ex is a ten and then m is a hundred
i swear that i’m gunning like any youngin’ frontin’ like my potential ain’t up where the planes at
cause me to the game is like money to wallets or rick ross is to a maybach
i’m up in princeton it feel like a island
i got a shooter i just gotta dial him
trailblazer feeling like lillard or [?]
an i’m most improved like i’m c.j. mccollum
[outro: a$hy black thug]
let’s go
let’s go

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