Run No Game (feat. Jackie Spade & Dolphie)
J, you blanked on this beat son
Um, yeah
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi
Ya repertoire got me stuck in ahh
Shimmy shimmy yah you the bomb like taliban
Bonita Apple bum
Gimme some, you need a king, so put away ya pawn
Excuse me miss stop with the boujiness
I know you lookin for a baller this your opportunistic
To get ya fix, bank account legit
You lookin at a six figure nigga chips wit the dip
Can I grip the hips, kiss ya lips be a freak?
Lights camera action Mr. Cheeks
Keep goin on and on till ya peak
Make ya knees get weak while I bon appetit
Mmmmmm marvelous make me monogamous
It's obvious that pussy provocative
You upper echelon no toppin' it
Let's get to choppin' it
Be my lil baby no fatherin'
But if you tell me that you got you a man
I understand so what's up with your friend?
And you lookin' like you come with a price
The only thing I'm tryna spend is the night
Let's get it right
Hey how you doing?
Um, I've been scoping you from a distance all night
And I hope I'm not being too forward, but uh
You have a unique physique
And your appeal is so surreal to me
Your aura just glowin'
I just wanna know if you down to vibe for a bit
Converse, and maybe let the universe do the rest
And it's all in my head
So I think to myself I should leave it unsaid
Every since you left I've been all about my bread
But I don't get no rest so I be all in they beds
Thought you was a plug cause we smoked in a Benz
But really I got nuggs that I grow inside a crib yeah
This the type of shit that make a quiet man rich
So I keep it to myself and I get higher than a, yeah
She sexy, she wanna caress me
I'm so fresh, roll my leaf in salad dressing
If we ever do it baby you'll never forget me
I feel like Juice WORLD talking to a cute girl
I got game, flip words into new verbs
Well flip the bird, I'm the shit like new turds
Hey what's the word, she a bitch but I'll hit
Imma do that shit again if they keep on talking shit
Dolph
And I'm upgraded, no pack-a-punch
Momma always told me all the time to pack-a-punch
But I laugh a bunch
Yeah, hey
JBlanked on a
We really livin' it
Aye
Um, yeah
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi
Ya repertoire got me stuck in ahh
Shimmy shimmy yah you the bomb like taliban
Bonita Apple bum
Gimme some, you need a king, so put away ya pawn
Excuse me miss stop with the boujiness
I know you lookin for a baller this your opportunistic
To get ya fix, bank account legit
You lookin at a six figure nigga chips wit the dip
Can I grip the hips, kiss ya lips be a freak?
Lights camera action Mr. Cheeks
Keep goin on and on till ya peak
Make ya knees get weak while I bon appetit
Mmmmmm marvelous make me monogamous
It's obvious that pussy provocative
You upper echelon no toppin' it
Let's get to choppin' it
Be my lil baby no fatherin'
But if you tell me that you got you a man
I understand so what's up with your friend?
And you lookin' like you come with a price
The only thing I'm tryna spend is the night
Let's get it right
Hey how you doing?
Um, I've been scoping you from a distance all night
And I hope I'm not being too forward, but uh
You have a unique physique
And your appeal is so surreal to me
Your aura just glowin'
I just wanna know if you down to vibe for a bit
Converse, and maybe let the universe do the rest
And it's all in my head
So I think to myself I should leave it unsaid
Every since you left I've been all about my bread
But I don't get no rest so I be all in they beds
Thought you was a plug cause we smoked in a Benz
But really I got nuggs that I grow inside a crib yeah
This the type of shit that make a quiet man rich
So I keep it to myself and I get higher than a, yeah
She sexy, she wanna caress me
I'm so fresh, roll my leaf in salad dressing
If we ever do it baby you'll never forget me
I feel like Juice WORLD talking to a cute girl
I got game, flip words into new verbs
Well flip the bird, I'm the shit like new turds
Hey what's the word, she a bitch but I'll hit
Imma do that shit again if they keep on talking shit
Dolph
And I'm upgraded, no pack-a-punch
Momma always told me all the time to pack-a-punch
But I laugh a bunch
Yeah, hey
JBlanked on a
We really livin' it
Aye
Credits
Writer(s): Akeem Faison
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