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Paroles de Don't Run

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Paroles de la chanson Don't Run par 2Rare lyrics officiel

Don't Run est une chanson en Anglais

Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby
Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby
Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby (ah, push it)
Don't hide
Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby (ah, push it)
Come outside

Run up his block like full court
You gon' see who can shoot for sure
They hidin', they get tagged, yeah
Don't look down, we up the score
Sendin' that nigga to his Lord
We got M's and K's like Michael Kors
It's about to get real bad here
No slacking, how they gettin' torn

Don't push it (push), push it, push it, push it
Don't push it, push it, push it, push it
Man, these niggas' pussies, pussies, pussies, pussies (they all pussies)
They pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy

Ah, niggas' pussies
They think I'm gorgeous
I am a bully, I'm a dawg, niggas' Mickey
You know I've been on these niggas heads like waves, fuck a dewey
When you fall, I dropkick you niggas like soccer, it go Sewey
Run up just test your luck, they treat them G locks
It's like pimples, they gon' bust
Don't fall, don't run

Don't hide
Come outside

Don't push it (push), push it, push it, push it
Don't push it, push it, push it, push it
Man, these niggas' pussies, pussies, pussies, pussies (they all pussies)
They pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy

Put my dick in her then I pull her clothes
Bring yo' friend with you, know I do the most
Know I brag and boast when you come from where I come from
Nigga, you would brag too
Zip 'em up quick, what the bag do?
They can't even find that last dude
Or the last man, he a good strand
Do my murder dance, we murk man
Make her give me head like a turban
Love when she two-hand jerked me
You look better when you be slurpin'
Cum on her face, got her smirkin'
Get behind her and then bop, bop, bop, bop, until it start hurtin'
Tryna put the dick in your cervix, get my nut, thank you for your service
Yo' Uber closer, she wanna date
But I can't, so I aim on your back, I paint when I her bend over
See one, we gon' take him, shake him, bake him like he a fuckin' cake or sum'
Put a Percocet in her bootyhole, fuckin' me like a demon, huh?
My dick got a fiendin' now, dirty bitch, I'ma clean her out
East Memphis nigga but a Crip with me from the project
Bad bitch with me look like Cardi B
I shoot a nigga if he Offset me, oops, I mean upset me
Please, watch how quick I make you bleed
Bop, made a nigga bleed, he ain't hear me out, now he bleedin' out

Push it, uh, gushy
Know we blow shit down like a whoopee cushion

Don't push it (push), push it, push it, push it
Don't push it, push it, push it, push it
Man, these niggas' pussies, pussies, pussies, pussies (they all pussies)
They pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy

Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby
Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby (push it)

(Push it)
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Reproduction des paroles interdite sans autorisation.
Auteurs: Bryson Potts, Herby Azor, Jonathan B. White, Naseem Young, Rav Davies, Zach Cassell
Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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