I Run This

                                  I run this bitch



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And I'm a keep runnin'

I'm a keep runnin' but I'm never runnin' outta money

I'm a dog I'ma stunt

If I don't do nothin'

And my car so pretty all these hoes wan fuck it

I got pussy wet paint

Big boy shoes

Soft ass seats and my trunk go boom

I gotta black ass gun

And a bad yello' bitch

And it looks like I'm a die like this



Cause we be stunin' on these bitches

Get money on these bitches

Two hundred and fifty dollars on the wrist nigga we be the illest

We be the realist

C-M-B nigga

Uptown soldier with the money to the ceilin'

Shinin' like a diamond from a eagle to a pigeon

Birds on the wire one hundred deep and we chillin'

Finga' on the trigga', thats the uptown livin'

High to the sky no dobbin for fishes

Hustlin', doin' donuts in the lam

Candy on the slam

Fifty on the av

One hundred at the crib

Get it how you live

Stuntin" on these bitches red diamonds how I feel

I run this bitch



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I'm a uptown solider

Know how I roll her

Money go get her, mob all over

Hustlin' with the birds, go and take it off his shoulder

Grinding with the homies, got the game out the nose

One hundred gs wrap, hood with a strap

Blowin' on the dojo, nigga stuntin' in a 'lac

Chicken in the oven, wall safe for the stack

Bought a brand new range, and a brand new 'bac

Old school caddy, fifth wheel slab back

Brand new truck, a brand new bike

A brand new house, a brand new sight

A brand new bitch with a hood rich life

I run this bitch



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I run this shit



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