Running Man
Baby, my darling (don't know what to say)
Baby, my darling (so you know we going too)
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling (in that party, take 'em) (tah-tah)
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
(Yeah) yeah, (yeah) yeah
Baby, my darling, don't wanna hurt feelings
But tell your man to wait inside when I pull up
50s and 20s, some lean and some flavours
Go open my Louis bag that's what it's full of
That pussy dripping, I just put my tip in
My tongue in her mouth while her pussy is full up
Still the same Adz that was beating up nitties
And bringing them glizzys to go and pray jummah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They can never understand (mm-mm)
Heard that I'm a wanted man (mm-mm)
I just count a hundred grand (mm-mm)
Jakes come do the running man (mm-mm)
DBE, top shotter, man (mm-mm)
Cling and some rubber bands (mm-mm)
Dotty in a duffel bag (mm-mm)
Uptown, popping tags (mm-mm)
Choker so tight, I can't breathe
Eight hundred pound for my lean
Four thousand pound for machines
Ten thousand pounds for my niece
Oh, baby girl, you a queen
Tryna get close to my deen
Praying Salah in Supreme
My brother, Abdul Kareem
Hit a boy right in his beam
Yeah, oh, yeah
They can never understand (mm-mm)
Heard that I'm a wanted man (mm-mm)
I just count a hundred grand (mm-mm)
Jakes come do the running man (mm-mm)
DBE, top shotter, man (mm-mm)
Cling and some rubber bands (mm-mm)
Dotty in a duffel bag (mm-mm)
Uptown, popping tags (mm-mm)
Yeezy 700, girl, I'm not bothered
Racks in my wallet, gelato 41 'til I'm coughin'
Tats on my face like I'm gothic
Still buying bricks for the profit
Run off on the plug like the running man (mm-mm)
Run through a keg of a down on my feet up
Baby girl, speak up (yeah, yeah, yeah), you even give a reply to a guy, I'ma leave ya
They can never understand (mm-mm)
Heard that I'm a wanted man (mm-mm)
I just count a hundred grand (mm-mm)
Jakes come do the running man (mm-mm)
DBE, top shotter, man (mm-mm)
Cling and some rubber bands (mm-mm)
Dotty in a duffel bag (mm-mm)
Uptown, popping tags (mm-mm)
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling (so you know we going too)
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling (in that party, take 'em) (tah-tah)
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
(Yeah) yeah, (yeah) yeah
Baby, my darling, don't wanna hurt feelings
But tell your man to wait inside when I pull up
50s and 20s, some lean and some flavours
Go open my Louis bag that's what it's full of
That pussy dripping, I just put my tip in
My tongue in her mouth while her pussy is full up
Still the same Adz that was beating up nitties
And bringing them glizzys to go and pray jummah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They can never understand (mm-mm)
Heard that I'm a wanted man (mm-mm)
I just count a hundred grand (mm-mm)
Jakes come do the running man (mm-mm)
DBE, top shotter, man (mm-mm)
Cling and some rubber bands (mm-mm)
Dotty in a duffel bag (mm-mm)
Uptown, popping tags (mm-mm)
Choker so tight, I can't breathe
Eight hundred pound for my lean
Four thousand pound for machines
Ten thousand pounds for my niece
Oh, baby girl, you a queen
Tryna get close to my deen
Praying Salah in Supreme
My brother, Abdul Kareem
Hit a boy right in his beam
Yeah, oh, yeah
They can never understand (mm-mm)
Heard that I'm a wanted man (mm-mm)
I just count a hundred grand (mm-mm)
Jakes come do the running man (mm-mm)
DBE, top shotter, man (mm-mm)
Cling and some rubber bands (mm-mm)
Dotty in a duffel bag (mm-mm)
Uptown, popping tags (mm-mm)
Yeezy 700, girl, I'm not bothered
Racks in my wallet, gelato 41 'til I'm coughin'
Tats on my face like I'm gothic
Still buying bricks for the profit
Run off on the plug like the running man (mm-mm)
Run through a keg of a down on my feet up
Baby girl, speak up (yeah, yeah, yeah), you even give a reply to a guy, I'ma leave ya
They can never understand (mm-mm)
Heard that I'm a wanted man (mm-mm)
I just count a hundred grand (mm-mm)
Jakes come do the running man (mm-mm)
DBE, top shotter, man (mm-mm)
Cling and some rubber bands (mm-mm)
Dotty in a duffel bag (mm-mm)
Uptown, popping tags (mm-mm)
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
Baby, my darling
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Writer(s): Adam Williams, Ricky Banton, Orlando Brossie
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