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run up a bag - sectionsmokes lyrics

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ima just go and just run up a bag

that boy a ham he going out sad

pop out on you like b*tch i’m yo dad

y’all n*ggas my seeds yall n*ggas my sons

i leave the crib and i’m getting some funds

look at my stack it ain’t no ones
we got call of duty guns

b*tch hit a line her nose run

ima hawk that boy down like go run

they just talking sh*t hating they don’t know nun

ima catch that boy slipping your so done

i go by this sh*t like a slogan

his clip gon jam with that promag

he gon get clipped for the toe tag

that boy on my d*ck he a whole f*g

b*tch we skrt off in the whole jag

beat the drum kit like a maxi pad

use my piece and punch me a taxi cab

i’m petty as f*ck like mr crabs
that b*tch a bop she prolly got crabs

we moving that sh*t like come get a slab

i’m getting the ? and i’m getting my racks

in the box with the seal i’m getting them packs

stilpane came from africa

pour 8 lines like a tarantula

busy as f*ck i need a manager

pop a addy for the stamina

up this b*tch it shoot like a camera

sl*t that b*tch then i’m scamming her

like a truck i’m ramming her

dip the chip i’m jamming it

after that i’m swiping it
get yo info i’m typing it

she hop on me d*ck she riding it

asked for a perc a gave him a vicodin

that boy toot it up and i’m piping it

i don’t walk down on that boy i’m sniping

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im with my twin

and we really rich

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i got so high

high she just hit a line

that b*tch might faint

then she might die

hit that hoe she cry

im so f*cking high

i can feel alive

i think that b*tch bi

i hit that b*tch and tell her bye

i ain’t even telling lies

that boy ? fries

ima stain that boy like grease yeah

she finna suck my meat yeah

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yeah k!ll that boy i creep yeah

k!ll that boy i creep i’m really him b*tch i’m he

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- sectionsmokes lyrics

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