Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Runnin , by - City Girls. Song from the album PERIOD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Runnin |
| I’m fucking with boss niggas, that keep a gun in they pants |
| Never complaining 'bout being broke, cause they just running they bands |
| You full of flaw niggas, the runners they hold out they hands |
| And got no money in the bank, but always on Instagram, flexing bands |
| Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth |
| Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth |
| Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth |
| Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth |
| All these niggas they be hoes cocaine, city girls could’ve been got 'em |
| Everyday they in my inbox, I’m a real bitch, I don’t screenshot 'em |
| Chanel on me when I roll up, boss bitches still, we don’t roll up |
| Pussy good, every stroke, he like hold up |
| He ain’t trying nothing, he like hold up |
| I’m fucking with real niggas, that making them boss moves |
| I kick that lil' bitch in her mouth, now I got bloody shoes |
| You a lil' thot bitch, you fucking the whole crew |
| My pussy got a new car smell, this shit brand new |
| This pussy ain’t yours, don’t claim me |
| Every nigga I fuck, they nameless |
| If he tryna expose, he brainless |
| My niggas don’t play, they aiming |
| I love me a lowkey dude, send him pics he don’t need the nudes |
| Real niggas gon' pay they dues, if you a broke dude, I’ma cut you loose |
| I’m fucking with boss niggas, that keep a gun in they pants |
| Never complaining 'bout being broke, cause they just running they bands |
| You full of flaw niggas, the runners they hold out they hands |
| And got no money in the bank, but always on Instagram, flexing bands |
| Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth |
| Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth |
| Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth |
| Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth |
| I’m a city girl, you a pissy girl |
| You a lazy bitch, I’ma busy girl |
| Every other night I be doing shows |
| While your nigga cheating on you, fucking hoes |
| Couple thousand for my fucking clothes, another sister in my fucking roll |
| I’m the same bitch, no matter who around |
| Diamonds dancing, I’ma do the brown |
| Thanks, you better go get her |
| I bet you my pussy get wetter |
| Retweeting late, I’m like shut up! |
| Every night he be fucking my gut up |
| And if that nigga ever cut up, I’ma put this pussy on his brother |
| And if that nigga ever cut up, I’ma put this pussy on his brother |
| You know that nigga ain’t faithful, you see his ass when you able |
| I curved that nigga, be grateful |
| I cut him off, like your cable |
| I’ma bad bitch, you can’t see me |
| Bitch you stuck home, you can’t see me |
| In a maybach, yeah free Meek |
| But I don’t need a nigga to come save me |
| I’m fucking with boss niggas, that keep a gun in they pants |
| Never complaining 'bout being broke, cause they just running they bands |
| You full of flaw niggas, the runners they hold out they hands |
| And got no money in the bank, but always on Instagram, flexing bands |
| Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth |
| Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth |
| Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth |
| Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth |