Lyrics:
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
And even if your wrong i'm still right there by your shoulder
Shit hit me hard I know your riding til it's over
Even if you wrong I'm still right there by
Shorty this gon' be your favorite song
DJ Drama
And this is the remix
Baby, I don't know about you, but my wish came true
Matter of fact, let me
Location
West coast by the Pacific
Where the heinas look exquisite
And they get so explicit
And I'm with it (Simon)
I like the way you dance, hun
How'd
mentionin
How they touchin kissin
The front seat of my best
I think it's kool shit I didn't do shit
But tell me if you kool with
(your girlfriend and my
afraid"
And I saw the light
The Gospel, good news
In full disclosure
He said Jason
I need you to write
What you see
What's now and to come
So I made my
the stick
My brother showed me how to remix the brick
You want a low price then this what you get
Change your life by the end of the year
Finesse a nigga im
your friend
I'm not impressed by you at all, so you won't see me again
Her and I rock a wedding, so we can not speak again
Graduated out the streets,
Screamin', "Free my nigga, Meek Mill"
Niggas can't wheelie in this free world
Meanwhile Georgie Porgie sinnin' and sendin' me threats
Save your breath, you
Yeah oouuu yeah yeah yeah
Ima boss I go get it by any means yeah
I guarantee that my niggaz is gone eat yeah
Dirty money but you know we whippin'
now they wanna co-sign me?
Who is you niggas? remind me
They hear my shit, and rewind me
They hear your shit, never mind it
Niggas wanna realign me
Say
I'm a rock star,
I'm a dealer,
I'm a servant,
I'm a leader,
I'm a savior,
I'm a sinner,
I'm a killer,
I'll be anything you want me to be
Silent
from her phone now
Tap out, yeah shorty love it when we go out
Class clown, yeah that's what they called me back at brown
Oh lil' mama will you cry for
to me,
Terror squad and the bu ain't sayin' nothin'
I be spendin' euros by the pound I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't
you near me
Full Disclosure's what I'm seeking
I'm not rapping bitch, I'm preaching
If you want it you can get it
Just like the Demons and the Deacons
friends
If you know the definition of ghetto, you'll take no offense
Me myself am one of them
Slum dog from the trailer parks
Ghetto by defnition
Shalom my
a rookie
I stick to the script
You be thumbin' right through
It I do it, I do it, I do it
She givin' it to me, I'm ‘bout to lose it
Pussy so wet I'mma need
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!
West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch
will never end
My love, love (fly, fly)
Cuff it, don't stop (fly, fly)
Let me love you to the remix
, trust me I'll trust you
If I had one wish, we would run away
Making love all day, have us a baby
If I had one wish, I'll make you my whole life
as hell I being followed by ufos (Swear)
They telling me yngswavy you need to remix your gold (Splash)
The government just kidnapped my pretty foreign hoe
nigga?
Seen you last week and your black ass couldn't speak
You try to play like Mr. All-of-that
But now you wanna come to me with some chit-chat
I
ain't a soda, can't you smell the aroma
Call cuna to collab, he ready to go half
Remix, remix, got a zip in the lab
So I got it broke up, Twan told me
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