Running Man/Bandz (feat. ROBB)
Kilboy!
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Let's go Running man running man Let's do a race to 100 bands 50 my whip 50 my wrist You fuckboys talk to my other hand Money man money man Now I got sauce make your honey dance One of my kind head of my time Got that shit jumping like bunnies yeah Yeah We ain't going out sad (Sad) My youngins they get to the bag (Bag) Chop chop it up flip it in half (Half half) You lost your heart to that girl (Girl) Imma just stick to these racks (Racks) No we ain't going out sad (Sad) Nah smoke gas Running man running man Lets do race to 100 bandz 50 my whip 50 my wrist You fuckboys talk to my other hand Money man money man Now I got sauce make your honey dance One of a kind head of my time Got that shit jumping like bunnies yeah Uh huh (Uh huh) Uh huh (Uh huh) Uh huh (Uh huh) Uh huh (Uh huh) Uh huh (Uh huh) Uh huh (Uh huh) Yeah yeah Walk in the building I'm sparking my dope (Yeah ye dig) You already know ain't no way you go as hard as I go (Yeah yeah) Bring them hoes to the hotel Body bag em tell your boyfriend We got his whole drip by the wholesale Can't let you in if you gon tell You the type to go and tell 12 bout a dope sale Supreme my vans Rocking these rockstar pants I'm geeked again Baby girl watch me dance Why am I dope? How I get these bands? She at the show She wanna join the band I'm dripping dripping got these hoes swimming Came a long way from no pot to piss in Water whipping in the fucking kitchen Jumped off the porch cuz you niggas know that I Gotta get it on my own F*ck around and flip the pack F*ck around and get it back Nigga look where we at Pretty bitches in the back Tripping off me and Zach These boys looking a list never get a call back Bitch I'm way too flagrant New money my fragrance Why these boys still talking smack They be doing this and they be doing that Bet this 40 hit you right where you at Keep it tucked that's where it's at Cuz I'm walking in where the party at Bring them hoes to the hotel Body bag em tell your boyfriend We got his whole drip by the wholesale Can't let you in if you gon tell You the type to go and tell 12 bout a dope sale Supreme my vans Rocking these rockstar pants I'm geeked again Baby girl watch me dance Why am I dope? How I get these bands? She at the show She wanna join the band She wanna join the team What? pouring the lean How you got diamonds moving the mid? Sounds a lil fishy too me You jocking my shit you look like my mini me Uh huh yeah I'm so hot boy im at a different degree Tell the team just to fall in line I poured em our they can get in with me The club ain't lit then I'm getting the geek Go give it out girl what do you need I'm going no shirt If the club too packed I'm going no shirt yeah I'm going Tupac Got an afterparty for the top floor For the encore but she knew that Bring them hoes to the hotel Body bag em tell your boyfriend We got his whole drip by the wholesale Can't let you in if you gon tell You the type to go and tell 12 bout a dope sale
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