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    Azealia Banks

    Runnin'

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    Добавлена 15 июля 2012 пользователем N1

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    [Verse 1]
    I was born ready (Ha Ha)
    I'm working your man up in that circuit
    Bitch I plan to look that perfect
    Cheap little brand with a bitch that's certain
    Clique that gang and spit that curtain
    He wanna slam, wanna whip that serpent
    He wanna wham
    Wanna get it in, wanna get it out
    Wanna sweat it in, wanna lick it up
    But your nigga been listening to broads
    Sayin' niggas on the internet now
    So we kick it with the tickets to the what
    Damn motherfucker you can sniff it in the butt
    You a fan little nigga you be living for the cunt
    You be handful of scrilla while I'm jiggling the buns
    I can stop moving still jiggling the buns
    I can pop in the middle with a little bit of pun
    I can drop for your nigga when he get up in the front
    I can spot but you niggas gotta to get us in front
    But I'm not these bitches with the dick up on their tongues
    Not these bitches, all these niggas been among
    So it's not with me when I with your nigga in the crumbs
    And it's not me chilling with your nigga in the slums
    So run run whenever-whenever I'm in the sun, uh
    Ima sp-spend this niggas sp-spinach
    I tell him to eat the couchie then hit this nigga for lyrics
    He know that I got that juicy
    That juicy booty, that fruity, that fruity tooti
    That natural beauty
    He rich; he poppin that bougie
    I got that Glock and that uzi
    That ch-ch-chop and the tuni
    I hit your block with a goonie and put a dot on ya nugget
    Split ya top and ya stomach
    Hit ya pops and ya cousin
    Miss the shot if he runnin'
    And get as hot as he want it
    [Hook]
    You, you don't want
    I know you, you don't wanna fuck with me
    You on one, I'm on two
    Bang or get banged on; you choose
    These niggas runnin
    These niggas runnin
    They stay pumping that game
    But these niggas frontin
    All day up on this stage
    These niggas like they something
    Say this bitch is coming
    Now these niggas runnin
    Runnin, runnin
    These niggas runnin
    [Repeat]
    [Verse 2]
    I'm in the creme Coupe seats
    Color: gingerbread
    You know I got that bitch covered like a ninja head
    You say you bout to get buggin bout to spend your-bread
    So you bout to get smothered with that infrared
    Bet that strawberry banana f-fanna
    Click never jam-a
    I'm finna damage your armor and plan to blam at your grandma
    These niggas toting they hammers
    But really open punana's
    I smell these niggas
    They pussy they pussy they needa douche it
    Don't let him up in the cushion unless he come with the right do's
    If not, then bitch you better fuck you a white dude
    If not, then bitch he better come with the right dick
    If not, then bitch you probably know that he like dick
    Fuck feeding these niggas
    You bitches breeding these niggas?
    I get the beats from these niggas
    Then hit the streets with these niggas
    Y'all tryna sleep with these niggas
    I'm tryna eat with these niggas
    I read these niggas the script and get sick of seeing these niggas now
    [Hook]  

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