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run up - hoss bowman lyrics

[intro: hoss bowman]
jump
yes
ay

[verse: hoss bowman]
off the chain
don’t need no key
me myself i
no mini me
girl you pretty pretty
can i hit it pretty pretty please?
and my city pretty hot
feel like it’s 53 degrees
lt hb
get the best ratings
blood from gb must be in our genes
ain’t sh*t on my wrist
or my chest
or my neck
but i got these checks
and they all on freeze
b*tch want the best
so i give her the best
no western it’s a gta ting
bout to build a gta a*team
smoke clouds i breathe
could have been in beijing
damеs been tasting me since 18
like my b*tch way biggеr than yao ming
jb be me aka hb
this be my sister initial initials
shout out ho
you know she ain’t one
but i see my b*tch and i’m like “hey hoe!”
see you next thursday a*hole
when you get that d appointment play ball
me in to but i don’t take off
she po’d
i ain’t give her sh*t that i bought
d*mn
[hook: hoss bowman]
clique run deep
r*u*n u*p
now put your hands to the ceiling
like you just popped a bean
if you ain’t talkin money
why you talking to me?
we about to run it up
so why you walking to me?
lt hb r*u*n u*p
lt hb r*u*n u*p
lt hb r*u*n u*p
j*u*d*a j*u*m*p on the beat
d*mn

[verse 2: ltthemonk]
yeah
monk
uh
yo them some nice pair adidas
but maybe nike check for leaders
lebron done built him a school
it’s only a sicker feat if
he gone bring new balance
re*box talents
fedex your book smart n*ggas
to ivy league campus
i sneak a head
into this mainstream race
it matters
like black trans lives
got the hand of divine
no maradona but a black madonna
when i’m praying with the ties
whether santa monica or hamilton it
be the base you know that i’m
in the monastery like a black madonna
stay vogueing with the signs
my blessed hands
my deuce fingers
my roc diamond
my loose triggers
that roc sign of a new pic
4:44 shadow the mission
that lt m*o*g
u*l*t the o*g
new lt with hb
if my sauce so hp
mean my slang a uk ting
when i see the body so shapely
a shame that the mind sp*cy
a free for all like art blakey
to jazz lounge you take me
want to sound deep and bassy
you count me like basie
think big bands gone make me
nah
[hook: hoss bowman]
clique run deep
r*u*n u*p
now put your hands to the ceiling
like you just popped a bean
if you ain’t talkin money
why you talking to me?
we about to run it up
so why you walking to me?
lt hb r*u*n u*p
lt hb r*u*n u*p
lt hb r*u*n u*p
j*u*d*a j*u*m*p on the beat
d*mn

- hoss bowman lyrics

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