Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Run Up On Ya (feat. Action Bronson & Elle Varner) , by - Joey Bada$$. Release date: 26.03.2020
Song language: English
Run Up On Ya (feat. Action Bronson & Elle Varner) |
| Yeah, run up on ya bitch like |
| Probably run up on ya bitch like |
| Lord, can I get a bad bitch? |
| High class whip, be above the average |
| Headed north west, that two seater Kardashian |
| Type to give me brain up in the red light traffic |
| And keep ya head up, that 2Pac blasting |
| Face two stacks and then be back into this action |
| No time to relax, I need someone to count this cash with |
| That match with, give me what I’m askin' |
| The lady in the streets appear beast on that mattress |
| That’s it, you’re the only one I’m trying to mack with |
| But you could be a liability or fat (ass)et |
| How real is that ass miss? |
| Bend that shit backwards |
| Hit one backwood, crack the pussy like a password |
| Bet that pussy’s last word is master |
| Ask her, roll my rocker til I made that astronaut |
| That’s NASA thought, be that young fly, nasty one |
| Swallow the seeds, please, but you can’t catch me slipping, hon |
| So let’s just ride away |
| We could die today |
| Got no time to waste |
| So just roll with me, baby |
| Ride or die |
| Always by your side |
| Until the end of time |
| Driving me crazy |
| First thing’s first, I, Joey |
| Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the playboy bunnies |
| The hoes love me, get down before the money |
| Just know shit could get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny |
| Just never worry, chinchillas in February |
| Vanilla, that’s when you ready |
| Check the itinerary whenever it’s necessary |
| Keep my baby straight, peep my lady lace |
| The Margiela to Doneva |
| Fool less it’s planned and everything is in control |
| So hit the gas and let’s go |
| It’s no sleep til Brooklyn, another beastie boy |
| And she just can’t stop looking, she like it raw |
| Real spitter and all and that’s the word of mouth |
| And let her sit in the jaw |
| I’m so nasty, please just walk past me |
| So tempted to grab it, I gotta have it |
| We could be living lavish so tell me, girl, right away |
| We could hit the bank then escape to the hideaway |
| Is you riding, riding with me? |
| Is you riding? |
| Is you riding, riding with me? |
| Is you riding? |
| Getting head in the whip and not crashing it |
| FILA Velour shorts set, half Arabic |
| I sit in dove room with candle lit |
| Tell little mama handle it |
| Or you could leave the sandals on and pull your skirt up |
| I really remember reading Word Up |
| Tiger Beat, see me on the cover soon, fold out posters |
| Hanging on your shorties wall |
| I still be fucking women half my age when I’m 44 |
| Young skin, a winning personality |
| Hard dick, million dollar salary |
| These cheating refs calling fouls on me |
| Break the fucking whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack |
| Hop off the bozack, the .44 clap |
| You’ll need low jack to define your whole back |
| Euros’ll get down, you know that |
| Swimming trunks and throwback |
| Yeah, you know that |