Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run It Up, artist - Mass AppealDate of issue: 04.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Run It Up |
| Free shit |
| Well alright |
| Look, hmm |
| We don’t complain, we gon' adjust |
| I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up |
| I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up |
| Another round, feelin' down on my luck, ayy |
| Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy |
| Too blessed to be stressed, run it up, ayy |
| Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy |
| Want the best, nothin' less, run it up, ayy |
| We don’t complain, we gon' adjust |
| I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up |
| New chick on my arm, she fine as fuck |
| Got a soul made of gold and know her worth |
| Practicing patience for the real to take over |
| Tell me get 'em, I got 'em, bet that cannon keep focus |
| And our shit be the livest, and them bitches, they notice |
| Hold on, don’t tell my mama, I been drinkin' and smokin' |
| Hold on, don’t tell my woman, I been drinkin' and fuckin' |
| If you capture this moment, sell that bitch for a lotus |
| We been workin' and swarmin', Mass Appeal, we too loaded |
| I been feelin' like Griffey when the bases are loaded, I mean |
| I’m so official, thorough to the gristle, yeah |
| My art official, this no artificial, yeah |
| Don’t know your way, I’ll be your Tommy Pickles, yeah |
| We too a hundred, we don’t do the fickle, my nigga |
| We don’t complain, we gon' adjust |
| I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up |
| I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up |
| Another round, feelin' down on my luck, ayy |
| Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy |
| Too blessed to be stressed, run it up, ayy |
| Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy |
| Want the best, nothin' less, run it up, ayy |
| Nah, I don’t complain, I just erupt |
| In flames, I give a fuck, stains all on my chucks |
| Banger but it’s tucked, frame all tatted up |
| And what’s even worse is I came here in a tux |
| If I aim, you are in danger, you should duck |
| From the terrain where that language is a must |
| Santiago, government name just ain’t enough |
| My words leap off of the page and run amuck |
| Run it up, too blunted, double dutch, blue hundreds |
| New haters make me bulletproof somethin', who want it? |
| Cookies on Melrose, might leave with two onions |
| Strictly for consumption, it’s true, I’m through pumpin' |
| Blessed, I is, but bled, I did |
| The young GOAT, it’s funny, everybody said he was the kid |
| You should know Stro and Ezzi with the biz |
| 07 with the shit, Trell, tell 'em what this is, homie, yeah |
| We don’t complain, we gon' adjust |
| I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up |
| I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up |
| Another round, feelin' down on my luck, ayy |
| Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy |
| Too blessed to be stressed, run it up, ayy |
| Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy |
| Want the best, nothin' less, run it up, ayy |