| Yeah, run up on ya bitch like
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| Probably run up on ya bitch like
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| Lord, can I get a bad bitch?
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| High class whip, be above the average
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| Headed north west, that two seater Kardashian
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| Type to give me brain up in the red light traffic
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| And keep ya head up, that 2Pac blasting
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| Face two stacks and then be back into this action
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| No time to relax, I need someone to count this cash with
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| That match with, give me what I’m askin'
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| The lady in the streets appear beast on that mattress
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| That’s it, you’re the only one I’m trying to mack with
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| But you could be a liability or fat (ass)et
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| How real is that ass miss? |
| Bend that shit backwards
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| Hit one backwood, crack the pussy like a password
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| Bet that pussy’s last word is master
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| Ask her, roll my rocker til I made that astronaut
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| That’s NASA thought, be that young fly, nasty one
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| Swallow the seeds, please, but you can’t catch me slipping, hon
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| So let’s just ride away
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| We could die today
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| Got no time to waste
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| So just roll with me, baby
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| Ride or die
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| Always by your side
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| Until the end of time
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| Driving me crazy
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| First thing’s first, I, Joey
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| Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the playboy bunnies
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| The hoes love me, get down before the money
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| Just know shit could get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny
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| Just never worry, chinchillas in February
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| Vanilla, that’s when you ready
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| Check the itinerary whenever it’s necessary
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| Keep my baby straight, peep my lady lace
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| The Margiela to Doneva
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| Fool less it’s planned and everything is in control
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| So hit the gas and let’s go
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| It’s no sleep til Brooklyn, another beastie boy
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| And she just can’t stop looking, she like it raw
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| Real spitter and all and that’s the word of mouth
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| And let her sit in the jaw
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| I’m so nasty, please just walk past me
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| So tempted to grab it, I gotta have it
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| We could be living lavish so tell me, girl, right away
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| We could hit the bank then escape to the hideaway
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| Is you riding, riding with me?
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| Is you riding?
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| Is you riding, riding with me?
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| Is you riding?
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| Getting head in the whip and not crashing it
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| FILA Velour shorts set, half Arabic
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| I sit in dove room with candle lit
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| Tell little mama handle it
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| Or you could leave the sandals on and pull your skirt up
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| I really remember reading Word Up
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| Tiger Beat, see me on the cover soon, fold out posters
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| Hanging on your shorties wall
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| I still be fucking women half my age when I’m 44
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| Young skin, a winning personality
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| Hard dick, million dollar salary
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| These cheating refs calling fouls on me
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| Break the fucking whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack
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| Hop off the bozack, the .44 clap
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| You’ll need low jack to define your whole back
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| Euros’ll get down, you know that
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| Swimming trunks and throwback
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| Yeah, you know that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Run Up On Ya , by - Joey Bada$$. Song from the album B4.DA.$$, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп