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the true king of spades - runin youngen lyrics

[intro]
real, all these n*ggas switching up, i know the deal
n*ggas talking all that hot sh*t like they been in the field
if i see your b*tch ass, n*gga, i know you gon’ squeal
i’m writing names in the hit list like a f*cking quill
real, all these n*ggas switching up, i know the deal
n*ggas talking all that hot sh*t like they been in the field
if i see your b*tch ass, n*gga, i know you gon’ squeal
i’m writing names in the hit list like a f*cking quill
real, all these n*ggas switching up, i know the deal
n*ggas talking all that hot sh*t like they been in the field
let’s get the party started
b*tch i’ma–, b*tch i’ma–
[verse 1]
b*tch, i’m a riff raff n*gga
all that talking on the ‘net, but you ain’t get back n*gga
we gon’ spin around your block and peel your skin back
we is not the f*cking same, i get that get back
n*ggas always talking all that sh*t, like n*gga, f*ck we finna do?
if you say we finna pull up, n*gga, better pull up soon
i got a strap in my bag, n*gga, send you to the moon
i got a strap in my bag, n*gga, send you to the moon
and i ain’t playing with these hoes, little ass b*tch, you better move
but on some real, all these n*ggas switching up, i know the deal
n*ggas talking all that hot sh*t like they been in the field
n*ggas talking all that hot sh*t like they been in the field
if i see your b*tch ass, n*gga, i know you gon’ squeal
i’m writing names in the hit list like a f*cking quill
aw sh*t, n*gga, yeah, i know my ass got to cool down
but all these p*ssy n*ggas on my d*ck, they need to move around
glocky got a motherf*cking beam, pull up, make a sound
while these n*ggas steady riding d, i’m finna make it out
but hold on, sh*t, that ain’t it
why these n*ggas playing with the king of spades like they the sh*t?
i’m a real f*cking n*gga, i’m in the car with this b*tch
and i’ma send this sh*t to lecie, and he gon’ mix up all this sh*t
but godd*mn, why these n*ggas switch up and act like fans?
weren’t you was the same n*gga that was laughing at me with your man’s?
n*ggas see you going up, and they want to be your friend’s
but i don’t really give a f*ck, i’ma finna use you in the end
i’m steady stumping on these n*ggas like some motherf*cking timbs
i made a genre called mk, and it’s about taking off your limbs
[refrain]
wait, nah, you know what’s crazy?
i was actually finna quit, n*gga

[verse 2]
h*ll nah, b*tch, i could never stop
got to keep going up, n*gga, got to get this guap
to addicted to this sh*t, n*gga, i could never stop
n*ggas prayed on my downfall, want my ass to flop
i ain’t taking no breaks, n*gga, till i reach the top

[outro]
godd*mn, i don’t know what the f*ck to say no more, bruh
f*cking ayy, shoutout lecie for this beat n*gga
aw sh*t, my bad for f*cking ear raping your ass n*gga
but sh*t, n*gga, uh, shoutout you lecie for this beat n*gga

- runin youngen lyrics

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