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hot car - runninman ry lyrics

in that hot car, hot car
riding with my dawg
got his knocka
and he tryna knock a n*gga off
if it’s up with them shooters they won’t ever put the ball up
i can’t f*ck with n*ggas
man that’s all the streets done taught us
blood pressure high as h*ll i hear this from my doctor
i can’t trust a soul
i put my trust inside my choppa
i be laid back you playing tough yousa imposter
better fix your circle
for them n*ggas get you boxed up
i feel like i’m chosen
hottest n*gga from my section
bro forget a lot
but won’t forget to bring his weapon
cash on the clock
yea time is money
bring that check in
timberlands uhh
steeltoes
that’s how we stepping
i don’t got no friends
you know them burner like our bestfriends
shawty think she mine
but on the real we just be s*xing
idk a thing
that’s when police ask me questions
rip to pop i can’t believe i found you breathless
need a bag i’m talking big knots
she gon suck my d*ck while i find sum for us to binge watch
i had gave my heart out to this hoe
ain’t know this b*tch a thot
now i don’t focus on these hoes
i focus on that gwaup
i’m making hits inside the stu
and all i need is za
i’m on they ass
i’m ballin on em like my lil bro zai
i’m from the mud i filled tub and wash my clothes inside
yeah i was there when they had spent
and seen bro buss his 9
they disrespect me
we gon fight
did that bunch of times
and n*ggas never took sh*t from me
ima die bout my mine
or die trying
screaming go
i’ve been getting chicken baby this ain’t pop eyes
on the floor
you better hit the deck when
you hear that fa fa

- runninman ry lyrics

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