| It’s what you can prove
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| It’s just my strap in our eyes
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| Put that on young mind’s eyes
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| Melting you young guys
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| Runnin' from 1 time, why?
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| Forgot that the gun wasn’t mine
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| Runnin' from 1 time, why?
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| Forgot that the guns wasn’t mine
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| Make sure that it wasn’t outdated
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| Make sure that the watch wasn’t plated
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| Bitch, I’m still Looney Tune
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| Let me get right into it, this big ole blunt, KABOOM
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| You pull out money, I pull out my uz'
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| Still, I look like you
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| There’s no place in this movie left there for you, ooh
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| Watch, he my friend or foe?
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| Little nigga don’t oppose
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| No one composed
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| The composer carry Muskets 'cause I’m a soldier
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| Double barrel, gon (Blow)
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| Spinnin' this 350, let’s go
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| Get in this Wraith, quickly, let’s roll
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| Niggas gon hate me, what for?
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| Nigga, so (Nigga, so)
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| It’s what you can prove
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| It’s just my strap in our eyes
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| Put that on young mind’s eyes
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| Melting you young guys
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| Runnin' from 1 time, why?
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| Forgot that the gun wasn’t mine
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| Runnin' from 1 time, why?
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| Forgot that the guns wasn’t mine
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| It’s what you can prove
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| It’s just my strap in our eyes
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| Put that on young mind’s eyes
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| Melting you young guys
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| Runnin' from 1 time, why?
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| Forgot that the gun wasn’t mine
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| Runnin' from 1 time, why?
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| Forgot that the guns wasn’t mine
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| Divine Intervention, I’m blessed
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| Spitting it fast, but less
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| Coca Cola this new generation now
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| Smack the shit out my son if he wear a dress
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| Daddy a thug and he young
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| Cleveland is where we are from
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| Nigga, you ain’t-hehe-don't run
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| Momma would hand me the gun, damn
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| Enough of this shit, I’ve been getting rich
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| Catchin' these bitches that monetize
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| They are the culture vultures, revolution is televised
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| Any beef with the Bone, I keep inside
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| Evolution of Seven you need to side
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| There’s too many devils in Hollywood
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| Grab the bull by the horns when I take a ride
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| How could they sell they souls?
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| Didn’t they lose they bros?
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| What kind of a hood is you in?
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| What kind of weed you smoke?
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| How could they sell they souls?
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| Didn’t they lose they bro?
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| What kind of a hood is you in?
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| What kind of a weed do you smoke?
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| Watch, he my friend or foe?
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| Little nigga don’t oppose
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| No one composed
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| The composer carry Muskets 'cause I’m a soldier
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| Double barrel, gon (Blow)
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| Spinnin' this 350, let’s go
|
| Get in this Wraith, quickly, let’s roll
|
| Niggas gon hate me, what for?
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| Nigga, so (Nigga, so)
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| It’s what you can prove
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| It’s just my strap in our eyes
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| Put that on young mind’s eyes
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| Melting you young guys
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| Runnin' from 1 time, why?
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| Forgot that the gun wasn’t mine
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| Runnin' from 1 time, why?
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| Forgot that the guns wasn’t mine
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| It’s what you can prove
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| It’s just my strap in our eyes
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| Put that on young mind’s eyes
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| Melting you young guys
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| Runnin' from 1 time, why?
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| Forgot that the gun wasn’t mine
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| Runnin' from 1 time, why?
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| Forgot that the guns wasn’t mine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Runnin from 1 Time , by - Bizzy Bone. Song from the album Carbon Monoxide, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп