| Now don’t you run away from my Glock
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| You can’t dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots
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| Could somebody pass me a clip and a trigger
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| Walk across the party pistol whip a nigga
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| Shiiit
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| I’m comin' up at 'em with the .9's the Glocks and Macs
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| And they’ll never breathe again like Toni Braxton
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| Cause I don’t see nothing wrooong with a little brotha jack
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| So say «what up?» |
| to the 187 FAC
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| Nappy head ass muthafuckas wearin' plats
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| Kickin' back like a muthafucka slangin' sex
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| Ready to peel a nigga cap if they got the nap
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| So if you’re funkin' with the FAC
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| Better to stay strapped
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| Cause we’ll be comin' up at your back with the black Gat
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| Nigga, and you be feelin' kinda fucked up
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| When your homie dropped, it’s simple
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| You can’t run away from my Glock
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| Doncha runaway
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| From my Nine
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| There’s no place to hide
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| I’m gonna get you by and by
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| Spiggedy One kickin' dat ass with some lay back shit
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| The trigga-happy nigga, I figure
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| Niggas won’t wanna step to me
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| If they know I’ll be bustin' caps
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| I roll straps niggas take naps
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| Cause I don’t be fuckin' around
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| When it comes to bustin' that steel
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| I’m too real, niggas feeel me
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| When I kick this gangsta ass shit that you never heard
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| But fuck what you’ve heard
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| I smokes niggas like Herb
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| Put your ass smooth on ice
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| So nigga don’t be 2 proud to beg
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| For your muthafuckin' life
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| Cause Nine Kelly I’mma make 'em stutter
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| Make 'em drop, nigga
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| You can’t run away from my Glock
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| Comin' like the Lench Mobb swingin' on the vine
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| Bailin' out peace to my muthafuckin' Nine
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| Pullin' my cap back ready to serve they ass
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| Givin' a fuck about what the next nigga done up in the past
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| Nigga, I like to let a nigga have a bloody body
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| Don’t think I’m bad, no box and no karate
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| Just a big fat Gat for them suckas
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| I ain’t scared to you muthafuckas
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| Shiiit, and nigga that’s how it be
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| «rollin' with my muthafuckin' strap on the side of me»
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| So don’t come at me with that shit
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| 'Bout you gon gaffle me up
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| I cock your cranium like the muthafuckin', nigga
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| So keep your hand on your pistol grip
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| Bullets whistlin' and shit
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| Feel like a fuckin' missle when they hit
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| And I advice you to stay on alert
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| Cause if you funkin' with my niggas
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| You gon put in some work, nigga
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| (Outro):
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| Yeah nigga
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| You knew you couldn’t fuck wid this G
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| Would you wanna step to me
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| Fault, ho, haha
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| Spiggedy One whippin' on that ass
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| Ant Banks in the muthafuckin' house
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| My nigga Omar
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| My nigga knocced out muthafucka drunk and shit
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| This nigga Jamar lay down the muthafuckin' studio
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| Drunk in tha muthafucka
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| You know what I’m sayin'
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| But you know one thing
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| Everybody in this muthafucka’s strapped
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| You know what I’m sayin'
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| And nobody comin' up short
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| So don’t try to run away from my Glock
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| Can’t dodge 17 muthafuckin' shots
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| 187 thousand G |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doncha Runaway, artist - Spice 1. Album song Hits II: Ganked & Gaffled, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп