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run lil bitch! - truly undead $teezus lyrics

[intro: ty rose]
call it what you want (call it what you want)

[hook: truly undead $t–zus]
run, run, run, run, run, run lil’ b-tch
run, run, run, run, run, run lil’ b-tch
run, run, run, run, run, run lil’ b-tch
run, run, run, run, run, run lil’ b-tch

[verse 1: truly undead $t–zus]
i been steady with the static
i love busting lips but that sh-t’s a bad habit
girl i chill with k!llas so don’t ever play with me
always spending money, b-tch i keep a k with me
i don’t got no friends b-tch, all my friends are dead
always got the knife, i be steady chopping heads
you be hating on me while i’m steady getting bread
better start running ’cause your life’s ’bout to end

[hook: truly undead $t–zus]
run, run, run, run, run, run lil’ b-tch
run, run, run, run, run, run lil’ b-tch
run, run, run, run, run, run lil’ b-tch
run, run, run, run, run, run lil’ b-tch

[verse 2: truly undead $t–zus]
it’s young st–zus with the smoke
keep on talking sh-t, lil’ homie you’ll get poked
pray i never find you if i know you talking sh-t
break into your crib and i pull up with the stick
i ain’t scared of no one, homie come and test my gangster
they call me mister gray, i took your girl and then i spanked her
paint your room red but i am not no f-cking painter
i’m about my sh-t, do little homie, you in danger

[interlude: truly undead $t–zus & yung caza]
f-ck it
yo my son wiped that sh-t in one take, that’s crazy
nah it keeps goin’
are you gonna do another verse?
no-no i-i-i say run run run one more time after this
alright bro

[hook: truly undead $t–zus & yung caza]
run, run, run, run, run, run lil’ b-tch
run, run, run, run, run, run lil’ b-tch
run, run, run, run, run, run lil’ b-tch
run, run(aye), run, run (aye), run, run lil’ b-tch

{verse 2: yung caza]
aye
i got a drop on my f-ckin’ head
whatchu talkin’ ’bout, i got [?], uncle sam
pull up in a chopper, with another bad b-tch
smoking on this clip, smoking on this f-cking clip
got my gun on me, you don’t want no problems
smoking on that loud, watch you steady [?]
i got big commas, you don’t want no problems
pull up with that choppa, hundred rounds, you got copped, b-tch

[outro: yung caza]
man, you know what the f-ck going on man, shout out to my son my n-gga, it’s truly undead $t–zus, you feel me? i got [?] on me b-tch. feel me? f-ck wrong wit’ you man, we in the trap right now man, [?] but ayy man we off this sh-t man. lit

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