| JM on the beat
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| All right
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| Who’s that creepin' through the window
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| Oooh, there she go, there she go, there she go
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| Got the Kush clouds blowin' through the Benz, oh
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| Oooh, let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know
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| All we do is killin' shit, who the leader of the pack though
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| Had 'em count it at the city, brought 'em back though
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| Skinny frame but the stack stayin' fat though
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| Bitches tryna keep us out, we kickin' down the backdoor
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| Say my name, say my name, say my name, hoe
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| Now, I ain’t really been the same since I came tho
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| I just do my thang, I ain’t fuckin' with you lame hoes
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| Let my chain glow, gettin' richer by the day, so
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| Money ain’t a thang like Jermaine, bitch, I got that
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| Range, yeah, I got that, just went and cop that
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| Winner call the trick and we just livin'
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| Boss like we the double dose of pimpin'
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| Watch me kill her
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| Think I’m playin', we can run it, we can run it run it
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| Show you bitches if you want it, we can run it, run it
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| Bitches thinkin' it’s a game with the shit talk
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| Say my name, she a hunnid, you can run it, run it
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| Feel the rumble in the drum
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| What you need, what you want, let it burn
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| Crowd jumpin', everybody with they hands up
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| Bitches thinkin' they can see us, put a band up
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| Alright, okay
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| Bitches thinkin' that they fuckin' with the crew, no way
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| That they’ll be the day you see me fallin' off, no day
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| Bitches thinkin' it’s a game, all real, no play, okay
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| I’ma show my ass off, like my ass out
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| I’ma fuck the game up, that’s a cash out
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| Got a bunch of hater bitches tryna lash out
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| I’ma blow my tree and do my thang, until I pass out
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| Deuces
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| Think I’m playin', we can run it, we can run it run it
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| Show you bitches if you want it, we can run it, run it
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| Bitches thinkin' it’s a game with the shit talk
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| Say my name, she a hunnid, you can run it, run it
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| Who’s that creepin' through the window
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| Oooh, let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know
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| Got three or four pounds of the indo
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| Oooh, let me blow, let me blow, let me blow
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| Word around town is Debbie fuckin' with the cutthroats
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| Bitches get it poppin', you can smell us from the blunt smoke
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| Everything is foul like the Kush with the Rasta’s
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| Bitches movin' silencers, yeah, we do it like the mobsters
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| Debbie Corleone, bitch, you corny and we off that
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| I’m the baddest bitch, ain’t a question where the boss at
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| Bitches lookin' for me, ask about me, she a hunnid
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| In the city I’m a hunnid, if you want it, we can run it, hoe |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Run It , by - Lil Debbie. Song from the album Debbie, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп