| Tamagotchi, tamagotchi
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| I run this shit like who can stop me
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| I run this shit like who can stop me
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| I run this shit like who can stop me
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| Tamagotchi, tamagotchi
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| I run this shit like who can stop me
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| I run this shit like who can stop me
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| I run this shit like (who can stop me)
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| Tamagotchi, tamagotchi
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| I run this shit like who can stop me
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| I run this shit like who can stop me
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| I run this shit like
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| Tamagotchi, tamagotchi
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| I run this shit like who can stop me
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| I run this shit like who can stop me
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| I run this shit like who can stop me
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| I sold my soul to Illuminati
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| Four white chick in a new Ferrari (wait)
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| JK, I am hardly the type to sell my soul for money
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| Know me, I ain’t tryna bargain
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| I keep my enemies in the office
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| I give em' all the dirty work then keep the profit
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| I run this shit like tamagotchi
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| Hold on, wait
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| Where the bougie mummies?
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| Run up in your shit with the Uzi, mami
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| All y’all niggas get on the floor
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| Take and your poodle and your purse and your Gucci, mami
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| Like hold on, wait
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| Your girl look sorry
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| My girl look clean as a new Ferrari
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| Where the doors go up like, «Damn!»
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| And if you decide to come through
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| With your weak ass crew
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| I’mma run that (uh)
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| Yeah yeah, I’mma run that (uh)
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| Big boy, I’mma run that (uh)
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| Good girl, I’mma run that (uh)
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| Little nigga, I’mma run that (uh)
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| Good girl, I’mma run that (uh)
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| Little nigga, I’mma run that (uh)
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| Big boy, I’mma run that (uh)
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| Yeah yeah
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| I run this shit like tamagotchi
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| I run this shit like tamagotchi
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| I run this shit like tamagotchi
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| I run this shit, ain’t no way you can stop me
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| I run this shit like tamagotchi
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| I run this shit like tamagotchi
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| I run this shit like tamagotchi
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| I run this shit
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| Bla-bla-bla-bla-ba
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| That’s that shit you like to talk
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| I just wanna be on my Michael
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| On your face while I moonwalk
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| I don’t millie rock on that block
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| I just really rock with them stocks
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| Cop that real estate on that block
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| Pass that down to all my kin folk
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| See, that’s running shit, no funny shit
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| That top floor in that summer pent-house
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| Put a beachfront under it
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| And I’m only rapping for the fun of it
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| I’m chasing summer all year long
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| I’m catching waves, that Billabong
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| That funk wave and my synth is strong
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| You say the greatest I’ve been involved
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| I can rap sweeter than a Cinnabon
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| Still go harder than your monologues
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| With a ginger beer in my other palm
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| I might turn this shit into a molotov
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| You don’t really want that
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| Run up on a nigga like, «damn, where the guns at»
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| I don’t need a weapon nigga sharper than a thumbtack
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| I could get your mind she could tell me where the funds at
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| Chilling where the drums at
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| Hi-hat and snares in a trap like you
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| Swing that shit like a nigga don’t care
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| I feel ain’t dead young nigga just scared
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| Big boy pissing in your little underwear
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| And just in case y’all niggas ain’t aware
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| We run this shit 'till the end of the year
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| So I made this song for you
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| And if you decide to come through with a weak-ass crew
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| I’mma run that (uh)
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| Yeah yeah, I’mma run that (uh)
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| Big boy, I’mma run that (uh)
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| Good girl, I’mma run that (uh)
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| Little nigga, I’mma run that (uh)
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| Good girl, I’mma run that (uh)
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| Little nigga, I’mma run that (uh)
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| Big boy, I’mma run that (uh)
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| Yeah yeah
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| I run this shit like tamagotchi
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| I run this shit like tamagotchi
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| I run this shit like tamagotchi
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| I run this shit ain’t no way you can stop me
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| I run this shit like tamagotchi
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| I run this shit like tamagotchi
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| I run this shit like tamagotchi
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| I run this shit |