| Oh yeah, the Bay Area’s in the buildin'
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| Akron, Ohio, what up?
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| This some of that fly shit
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| Yeah, come on
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| Yeah, I’m just tryna roll up, baby-roll up, baby
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| Just tryna get my dough up, baby-dough up, baby
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| We ship it out and pray it show up if it show up, baby-show up, baby
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| We celebrate, go on and pour up, baby, yeah
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| Yeah, I’m just tryna roll up, baby-roll up, baby
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| Just tryna get my dough up, baby-dough up, baby
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| We ship it out and pray it show up if it show up, baby-show up, baby
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| We celebrate, go on and pour up, baby, yeah
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| Yeah, this that big Bay whale shit
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| Back in the day when I used to had to mail it
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| Pissin for my P.O., knowin' I would fail it
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| Sick of the system, tired of that jail shit
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| Cereal Milk, got the big bag (Big bag)
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| Big moves, got 'em big mad (Big mad)
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| Yeah, they love me on the east coast (On the east coast)
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| Your baby mama wanna deep throat
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| Underground king like Bun with the dirty gun
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| Thirty-six and I’m rich, why I’m on another run? |
| (I don’t know)
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| 'Cause I’m built like that
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| Why he throw those new rims on the wheels like that?
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| Bern, how you just close another deal like that?
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| I’m on one, I really am, I just feel like that
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| I’m O.T. |
| with the new shit, makin' my rounds
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| I have a box, it might last me if I’m breakin it down
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| Yeah, I’m hidin' from the law and shakin' the clowns
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| See, I keep the grass cut 'cause there’s snakes on the ground
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| Yeah, I’m hidin' from the law and shakin' the clowns
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| Yeah, I keep the grass cut 'cause there’s snakes on the ground
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| Bern
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| Yeah, I’m just tryna roll up, baby-roll up, baby
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| Just tryna get my dough up, baby-dough up, baby
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| We ship it out and pray it show up if it show up, baby-show up, baby
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| We celebrate, go on and pour up, baby, yeah
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| Yeah, I’m just tryna roll up, baby-roll up, baby
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| Just tryna get my dough up, baby-dough up, baby
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| We ship it out and pray it show up if it show up, baby-show up, baby
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| We celebrate, go on and pour up, baby, yeah
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| Fresh, all my shit taste the best (Taste the best)
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| You gotta sell your shit for less (Come on)
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| Marijuana mafia, your boy is on top, yeah
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| The big boys want me to flop, we call shots
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| I bent the corner in somethin' brand new
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| We on a winnin' spree, yeah, my team can’t lose (We can’t lose)
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| I’m a mailbox veteran, twenty years in
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| I’m an outdoor don by the time the year end
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| Who got this high-end poppin'?
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| And filled all the orders for the downtown shoppin'?
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| I always feel like somebody’s watchin'
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| No talkin' on my phone, take my brown bag and wash it
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| Yeah, big Bern, I’m on the come up (The come up)
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| Big forty if they run up (If they run up)
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| Yeah, I hustle 'til the sun up
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| He hit it two times and coughed a lung up (A lung up)
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, I’m just tryna roll up, baby-roll up, baby
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| Just tryna get my dough up, baby-dough up, baby
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| We ship it out and pray it show up if it show up, baby-show up, baby
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| We celebrate, go on and pour up, baby, yeah
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| Yeah, I’m just tryna roll up, baby-roll up, baby
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| Just tryna get my dough up, baby-dough up, baby
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| We ship it out and pray it show up if it show up, baby-show up, baby
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| We celebrate, go on and pour up, baby, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Run It , by - Berner. Song from the album El Chivo, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп