Lyrics:
a run (we're independent)
Brothers and sisters give joy and praises while it's under, yeah
Brothers and sisters give joy and praise to his
to Google you
I tell him, "Chill," 'cause I know what they'll do to you
I run Atlanta, gettin' paid like I'm Julio
We made a way from the streets
(M-M-M-Murda)
I told my daughter, she don't understand who her daddy is
I'll tell you somethin' to run your mouth, but I bet he did
Landlord
(Makers)
(Run that back, Turbo)
Tryna make a change
Tryna make a dollar when I only had some change
Sittin' inside a one man cell, I tightened
calling,
Telling me to run while I still can.
Holding nothing back now,
Seems I have at last found,
Love that makes me want to give you all I am.
For so
you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't he assed out
Punched him in his chin
of the corn below
One by one they're following the sun
Got to run
Following the sun on the run
Following the sun
Don't be ashamed of what you've done
You must
Yeah, I no fit to run away from God
Ke
(It's a classic)
Ya life is a give away
Them wan some, let them take away
(Speroachbeatz)
Yeah, I no
know it won't last
I'll kiss the moment
Then watch it run away
So fast
I feel no limits
In a euphoric state
But it'll move away
So I'm gonna
Look, that's on God
Baby, you know we could run it up
I know I show a different type of love
And I know you like to be particular
So I took you
could the bastard do? (nothing)
They run, we run this town, we'll run you down, they'll laugh at you
Damn no, look at mommy shaking her derriere (damn)
You ain't recognize, you ain't notice how I tote that choppa on my shoulder
I'm a G and I'ma run this shit like a G know he supposed to
So cutthroat,
If you reached out for me
I would run into the storm
Just to keep you here with me
I have gone beyond my years
I've wasted half my life
But I
twice to kill your ass 'cause I don't know ya ('cause I don't know ya)
Gotta run this shit, can't stop, I think it's turnin' over
Gotta top this shit
thinkin' you gon' rep off me
They gon' find this nigga stankin' he run up on me
Bitch, come up with plenty killers, gotta keep a pistol
Roll with me by
a jack, reach me that cheese
Make a stupid move, nigga, you bleed
Bustin 17, please don't scream, don't run
Either long range street sweep
Never never
Please don? t dominate the rap, Jack
If you? ve got nothing new to say
If you please, go back up the track
This train? s got to run today
I spent
straight)
I still run it like a relay, relay (run it, run it)
What you don't understand 'bout me is
I never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing
I wake up
look easy)
It's hard (it's hard), it's hard (it's hard, we make it look easy)
I got forty ones for forty-one
Lost two hun', what a horrible run
Whatever it is, you better get to it
When you got the time, you gotta use it
The road runs out, so take it slow
When them good times roll, man, let 'em
you used up for gain
You'll live forever
With no side effects of your shame
So run, get a little further away from me
Goodbye, a little bit
Taking over this town, they should worry
But these problems aside, I think I taught you well
That we won't run, and we won't run, and we won't run
your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
body, run emotions
I hate on me, ain't know it
Can't lend them your heart like a token
I'm leavin' scars on your body, it ain't no status
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