Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run That, artist - Cali Swag District.
Date of issue: 31.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Run That |
Look |
I can’t understand |
How I’m so stuck |
We haven’t had sex |
All we do is touch |
I say some funny words |
And all you do is blush |
Baby I’m the dealer, and you my royal flush |
I forgot about them |
It’s all about us |
And when you not around I feel sick to my guts |
I take that back, that’s a little too much |
But I do think about you a little too much |
I ain’t never been the turn to stable up |
But when it’s me and you, I don’t give a fuck |
Like a two dollar bill, I won’t give you up |
And when you feelin empty |
I’m here to fill you up |
Baby I’m point like a thumbtack |
And every time she leave I only focus on her come back |
Fuck these other bitches cause I already done that |
And when you come back, you know we gotta run that |
We gotta run that |
We gotta run that |
And when you come back, you know we gotta run that |
We gotta run that |
We gotta run that |
And when you come back, you know we gotta run that |
I got a text |
Shawty ask me to come through |
But she ain’t that type of girl you just run through |
She got a Benz on dubs with a sunroof |
That drives so fast the rims wanna come loose |
She got a body like a model and I still turn it up |
Blow trees and pop bottles |
She a freak and don’t care about them haters if they talkin' |
Girl you runnin through my mind |
Joggin' and walkin' |
You must be tired |
Nawh I’m just playin' |
I want the best for you girl so I’ll keep prayin' |
And I’ll keep sayin' |
Babe that you’re beautiful |
You killin these bitches without no funeral |
Damn lil lady |
I really think I need ya |
I used to live single without that gadeeza |
Now I think about you, I’m wishin for anesthesia |
'Cause every time you here it’s kinda a teasea |
Thick in the waist, coke bottle shape |
Every time you come around I wanna climb in your jeans |
Really can’t talk, and my mind go blank |
When the cash out just go to the bank |
Girl you got swag, just throw it in the bag |
But I ain’t fabbin, Nyeen jean |
Gettin kinda toasta |
Money in the thing |
There’s nothing else to say, but let the |
Hook sing |
Baby I’m point like a thumbtack |
And every time she leave I only focus on her comeback |
Fuck these other bitches cause I already done that |
And when you come back, you know we gotta run that |
We gotta run that |
We gotta run that |
And when you come back, you know we gotta run that |
We gotta run that |
We gotta run that |
And when you come back, you know we gotta run that |
Baby I’m point like a thumbtack |
And every time she leave I only focus on her comeback |
Fuck these other bitches cause I already done that |
And when you come back, you know we gotta run that |
We gotta run that |
We gotta run that |
And when you come back, you know we gotta run that |
We gotta run that |
We gotta run that |
And when you come back, you know we gotta run that |