Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run Up The Ball, artist - Chillinit.
Date of issue: 25.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Run Up The Ball |
From the field to the good that’s rugby |
So we both run balls way harder |
Step on the field when I’m dressed all black with a ball that’s Daniel Carter |
Kicked you a goal cuz I’m way too smarter |
All these other brothers got me feelin' like a father |
They don’t mean nada |
If footy doesn’t work then we gotta sleep cunts like Tai Tuivasa |
Bruh we told these cunts what we stand for |
Now the whole scene all sounds corny |
And my boy don’t smoke on the gram |
But he spin you the word with a ball like Warney |
If we talking bout' crickt then it’s kinda hard for me to find the bars but |
when I light the spark |
All the ladies wanna come around and bat me off like Michael Clarke so Imma |
give it to em |
I don’t fox the car they can’t catch ya front row chopped in half I’m Scott |
salter |
Yeah, I pass the ball the squads at ya bang bang knock ya door it’s like raptor |
And if I ever said I grabbed a gun I’ll be a gammy cunt but trust me when I’ve |
had enough |
It’s like my first names Dylan and I play for the doggies from the way that |
I’ll nap a cunt, ahh |
You’re nervous got em all hurting 6 foot tall in the front I’m George Burgess |
When I hop on a track I put the work in but when they hop on a track it ain’t |
workin' |
Cokehead and the weed they’re both urgent Big Mac when I’m on track I flip |
burgers |
And if it kicks off one things certain they call me Johnathan from the way that |
I be first in |
Your girl look like a dropped pie like someone says your mate not mine |
That shacked on my LG one time still 420 fam on the front line |
They already know 4300 with the 420 boys that we’re always down to go |
If they wanna put it up to the boys fuckin' oath we’d be capable of things that |
you wouldn’t wanna know |
Deadsetter mate you’re dead deader you’re pathetic you done play with a dog |
you’re like ennis |
Like letters when I count up the dosh it’s like tennis when I serve MC on a |
squash it’s like venom |
These rappers really need to pick a path I brush up like it’s fifth and last |
I’m on some other shit |
You see these pussies wanna act like they’re running it until you see their |
balls hit the ground like a grubber kick |
«Now it’s away from Feeny here and Sherwin intercepted Girdler have the old |
legs got the pace he’s in front by 5 they’re coming at him Pattens after him El |
Masri’s after him Girdler makes it Girdler pulls out every ounce of stamina |
he’s done his hammy mate» |
But I don’t really want no drama, I just want a big roll of cash g |
Big rocks under the armour and my lefts kick back El Masri can’t catch me |
Roll up one then I burn though kick off the tee can’t match me |
Lis on the wing with a ball like Fergo |
I got signed I’m a star I’m Virgo |
Who me on the wing? |
Nah fuck that |
Get me in the middle and I bet they won’t run back |
They be talking smoke but I bet they don’t want that off that |
Who the fuck with a lamearse I got hits that’ll take em out the game brus |
Only player outta Brisbane City that’s making noise in this game and I’m |
feeling like Payne Haas |
When the smokes out know that it’s on you pop smoke in the night when I’m on ya |
Six boys like Jona Lomu the back of the van and they’re all gunna bomb ya |
I dropped 10 racks on a pontoon and my side chick know where the bongs are |
Spend nights in her brand new castle cause I slide step fields like Ponga |
You wanna get real go get you an Oscar |
They ain’t making money like me impostor sickest in the game and I need to see |
a doctor |
They will never prosper tryin' to get away nah fulla I gotcha |
Put em on the ground and I’ll stomp on his fuckin' head like |
Spent a million a year on purple |
Made a million a year full circle |
But I’m still out the back like Virgil a man be immortal I’m like Clive |
Churchill |
Footy bars I can tell that they want more block plays when I’m running through |
the front door |
Chill put me in a track now he’s got me hitting like I’m angry that the ref |
made the wrong call |
Run up the ball, but I don’t play rugby |
Run up the, run up the, run up the |
Run up the ball, but I don’t play rugby |
Hahahaha… another one… |