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Runnin
by Aye Gee
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Running through the Ox
Feel like a million bucks
Can't run out of cash, but I ran out of fucks
I was fucking with this one shawty on the low
But she talking too much, I think I'ma let it go
I need peace of mind, I'm better off going ghost
I need peace of mind, I'm better off going ghost
I need peace of mind, I'm better off going ghost
I need peace of mind, I'm better off going ghost
Fucking with this one shawty on the low
Said her favorite artists PnB and Pop Smoke
I can't lie to you, shawty had a good throat
College girl, so you know she out here taking good notes
Giving back shots while I blow the weed smoke
I was seventeen, young as hell like D-Rose
I guess nothing changed, I'm still giving deep strokes
Shit was free like some free throws
Fucking with this one shawty on the hush
Said she love my music and need a deluxe
She sucking my dick, she tryna taste my nut
Running through the Ox, feel like a million bucks
Can't run out of cash, but I ran out of fucks
Can't run out of cash, but I ran out of fucks
Can't run out of cash, but I ran out of fucks
Running through the Ox
Feel like a million bucks
Can't run out of cash, but I ran out of fucks
I was fucking with this one shawty on the low
But she talking too much, I think I'ma let it go
I need peace of mind, I'm better off going ghost
I need peace of mind, I'm better off going ghost
I need peace of mind, I'm better off going ghost
I need peace of mind, I'm better off going ghost
Fucking with this one shawty on the low
Said her favorite artists PnB and Pop Smoke
I can't lie to you, shawty had a good throat
College girl, so you know she out here taking good notes
Giving back shots while I blow the weed smoke
I was seventeen, young as hell like D-Rose
I guess nothing changed, I'm still giving deep strokes
Shit was free like some free throws
Fucking with this one shawty on the hush
Said she love my music and need a deluxe
She sucking my dick, she tryna taste my nut
Running through the Ox, feel like a million bucks
Can't run out of cash, but I ran out of fucks
Can't run out of cash, but I ran out of fucks
Can't run out of cash, but I ran out of fucks
