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run it - tha joker lyrics

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feat. rich the kid

(intro)
yeah, i’mma run it?!
i’mma run it?!
i’mma run it?!
i’mma run it?!
go press that on the edge, i’mma run it?!
i’mma run it?!
i’mma run it?!

(hook)
go throw down the wrist, i’mma run it?
get pappa lou whip, i’mma run it?!
ride wid a bad b-tch, i’mma run it?!
yo money ain’t sh-t, i’mma run it?!
i’mma run it?!
i’mma run it?!
i’mma run it?!
you ain’t flexin’ like this, i’mma run it?!
yo money ain’t sh-t, i’mma run it?!

(verse)
if the p-ssy good i met spend a 100
know you probably tryna make a little money
heard your baby daddy broke, you a dummy
he ain’t never had a job like tommy
man you hatin’ -ss n-gg-s so funny
put a price on your head like a bunny
n-gg- play with me, i’m slompin’
i ain’t a-bored from a b-tch i’m dumpin’
coat so dirty that i had to use ?
whif so clean that you had to do somethin’
if a b-tch bad, then she need to be punished
you comin’ wit yo squad, then you know we ain’t sloppin’
gotta put two sticks on her like i drop it
i could tell right away she a runner
runnin’ out winter, she ready for the summer
y’all n-gg- doin’ anything for the comic
smokin’ on loud got everything funny
n-gg- gettin’ bait like a m-ffin’
hit the phone and i got a p-ssy jumpin’
youz f-ck n-gg-s ain’t hittin’ on nothin’
you ain’t gettin’ no money, stop bluffin’
if you call about a tape, we can run it
you told b-tch that this spat money
stop askin’ who did it, i done it

(hook)
go throw down the wrist, i’mma run it?
get pappa lou whip, i’mma run it?!
ride wid a bad b-tch, i’mma run it?!
yo money ain’t sh-t, i’mma run it?!
i’mma run it?!
i’mma run it?!
i’mma run it?!
you ain’t flexin’ like this, i’mma run it?!
yo money ain’t sh-t, i’mma run it?!

(verse)
catch thot on the rollin’, that’s a hundid
in the back of the bentley, gettin’ blunted
lil’ money ain’t sh-t, i can take yo b-tch,
you a love b-tterfly, cuddin’ culture
runnin’ yo house in the search of a band
i’m rich, why da f-ck are you mad?
she countin’ the benjy, my b-tches we did it
i step in apartment, woke up of the rag
i’m the real, throw the bands, i’m the motherf-ckin’ man
got yo b-tch on go cause you know me n-gg-
she need this is rude, now she know that it cool
you a motherf-kin’ fool if you come get it
you lettin’ me a joe, shoot indited on pole
yo n-gg-, i trappin’ off more roll
say momma we made it, yo rich n-gg- money is livin’ in vegas
they let me in the game, i run it?!
he ain’t ivin need to act like you know it
yu chasin’ them hoe my niggi dem trappin’ them bowl
thank god dat i’m touring da globe
got bad b-tch she a foreign?!
got n-gg-s still worried bout a blot?!
you want a badja n-gg- i scoot
i throw out yo lawn, get it back in da mornin’

(hook)
go throw down the wrist, i’mma run it?
get pappa lou whip, i’mma run it?!
ride wid a bad b-tch, i’mma run it?!
yo money ain’t sh-t, i’mma run it?!
i’mma run it?!
i’mma run it?!
i’mma run it?!
you ain’t flexin’ like this, i’mma run it?!
yo money ain’t sh-t, i’mma run it?!

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