Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run This, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song The Incredible Truth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Abn
Song language: English
Run This |
| We gonna run this town |
| We are, yeah I said it, we are |
| This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance |
| Get ya’ll black tees on, all black everything |
| Black cards, black cars, all black everything |
| And our girls are blackbirds, ridin' with they Dillingers |
| I’d get more in depth, if you boys really real enough |
| This is la familia, I’ll explain later |
| But for now let me get back to this paper, I’m a couple bands down |
| And I’m tryin' to get back |
| I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks |
| Yeah I’m talkin' five comma’s, six zeros, dot zeroes here it go |
| Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas, now we squared up, hold up |
| Life’s a game but it’s not fair |
| I break the rules so I don’t care |
| So I keep doin' my own thing |
| Walkin' tall against the rain (What's up) |
| Victory’s within the mile |
| Almost there, don’t give up now (What's up) |
| Only thing that’s on my mind |
| Is who’s gon' run this town tonight (What's up) |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy, (What's up) |
| Is whos gon' run this town tonight? |
| We are, yeah I said it we are |
| You can call me Caesar, in a dark Czar |
| Please follow the leader, So Eric B. we are |
| Microphone fiend, it’s the return of the God, peace God |
| (Ah! Ah!) And ain’t nobody fresher, I’m in Mason |
| Martin Margiela |
| On the tape we’re screamin' fuck the other side, they jealous |
| We got a banquet for the broads, they got a table for of fellas |
| And they ain’t spending no cake |
| They should throw they hand in |
| 'Cause they ain’t got no spades |
| My whole team got dough |
| So my banquette is looking like millionaires' row |
| Life’s a game but it’s not fair |
| I break the rules so I don’t care (What's up) |
| So I keep doin' my own thing |
| Walkin' tall against the rain |
| Victory’s within the mile (What's up) |
| Almost there, don’t give up now |
| Only thing that’s on my mind |
| Is who gon' run this town tonight (What's up) |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (What's up) |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy |
| Is who’s gon' run this town tonight? |
| It’s crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow |
| To everybody on your dick, no homo |
| I bought my whole family whips, no Volvo’s |
| Next time I’m in church, please no photos |
| Police escorts, everybody passports |
| This the life that everybody ask for |
| This a fast life, we are on a crash course |
| What you think I rap for, to push a fucking Rav-4? |
| But I know that if I stay stun-ting |
| All these girls only gonna want one thing |
| I could spend my whole life good will hunting |
| Only good gon' come is as good when I’m coming |
| She got a ass that’ll swallow up a g-string |
| And up top, uh, two bee stings |
| And I’m beasting, off the Riesling |
| And my nigga just made it out the precinct |
| We give a damn about the drama that you do bring |
| I’m just trying to change the color on your mood ring |
| Reebok, baby, you need to drop some new things |
| Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings? |
| What’s that 'Ye? |
| Baby, these heels |
| Is that a may? |
| What? |
| Baby, these wheels |
| You trippin' when you ain’t sippin', have a refill |
| You feelin' like you runnin', huh? |
| Now you know how we feel, (What's up) |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey hey, (What's up) |
| Hey, hey, hey hey, hey, hey |
| Hey hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey hey, hey, hey |
| We gonna run this town tonight! |
| What’s up! |