FaceTime
Run me the guap
Run me the guap
Stassi Pryce, Say My Name Right
Yuh
Niggas say that I'm crazy
Oh yuh I'm Jamaican
Eat it up like soufflé
If that shit wack I ain't faking
Come thru looking like bae, uh
Come thru I'm on my slay shit
Come thru ride on his sleigh, yuh
I don't do minimum pay, no
Fuck that minimum wage, woah
Niggas want me in that cage, yuh
Gang gang my posse
Fr-Fresh off the runway
Girls want me to be gay, woah
Want me to roll they way, aha
I like pipe today, yuh
Maybe try me next week, haa
Stroke nigga stroke stroke
Put the hat on you ain't bout to hit it raw
If you wax on then you gotta wax off
When I'm back on top bounce like a frog
I pounce with the kitty to the meat
Ounces and ounces he loosing in skeet
I'm finna rack up the money then beat it
Fuck up a trap I want commas I need it
Bruck Bruck
Bruck up mi back pon the beat to the baseline
Mi nuh want text meet pon the FaceTime
When him eat me that's FaceTime
When him done look at me and say mi taste nice
Bruck up mi back pon the beat to the baseline
Mi nuh want text meet pon the FaceTime
When him eat me that's FaceTime
When him done look at me and say mi taste nice
Run me the guap
Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
Running a check up you know I can't stop
Ya wallets on flop I need them hot pockets, hot
Run me the guap
Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
Running a check up you know I can't stop
Ya wallets on flop I need them hot pockets
Niggas say that I'm crazy
Hell yeah I'm Jamaican
Eat it up like soufflé
If that shit wack no no faking
Come thru looking like bae, uh
Come thru I'm on my slay shit
Come thru ride on his sleigh, yuh
I don't do minimum pay no
Feeling that cinema wave, yuh
Damn I look good if I may say
Fuck up a check in a day, yuh
Call up my bitches to go play
Eden, Kimmy, and Dilly, yuh
We need the bag ándale, now
I like ice on me, huh
Fuck 'round and bust down the Rollie
Stroke nigga stroke stroke
Put the hat on you ain't bout to hit it raw
If you wax on then you gotta wax off
When I'm back on top bounce like a frog
I pounce with the kitty to the meat
Ounces and ounces he loosing in skeet
I'm finna rack up the money then beat it
Fuck up a trap I want commas I need it
Bruck Bruck
Bruck up mi back pon the beat to the baseline
Mi nuh want text meet pon the FaceTime
When him eat me that's FaceTime
When him done look at me and say me taste nice
Bruck up mi back pon the beat to the baseline
Mi nuh want text meet pon the FaceTime
When him eat me that's FaceTime
When him done look at me and say me taste nice
Run me the guap
Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
Running a check up you know I can't stop
Ya wallets on flop I need them hot pockets, hot
Run me the guap
Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
Running a check up you know I can't stop
Ya wallets on flop
Run me the guap
Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
Running a check up you know I can't stop
(Running a check up you know I can't stop)
Run me the guap
Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
Running a check up you know I can't stop
(Running a check up you know I can't stop)
Hot pockets hot
Run me the guap
Stassi Pryce, Say My Name Right
Yuh
Niggas say that I'm crazy
Oh yuh I'm Jamaican
Eat it up like soufflé
If that shit wack I ain't faking
Come thru looking like bae, uh
Come thru I'm on my slay shit
Come thru ride on his sleigh, yuh
I don't do minimum pay, no
Fuck that minimum wage, woah
Niggas want me in that cage, yuh
Gang gang my posse
Fr-Fresh off the runway
Girls want me to be gay, woah
Want me to roll they way, aha
I like pipe today, yuh
Maybe try me next week, haa
Stroke nigga stroke stroke
Put the hat on you ain't bout to hit it raw
If you wax on then you gotta wax off
When I'm back on top bounce like a frog
I pounce with the kitty to the meat
Ounces and ounces he loosing in skeet
I'm finna rack up the money then beat it
Fuck up a trap I want commas I need it
Bruck Bruck
Bruck up mi back pon the beat to the baseline
Mi nuh want text meet pon the FaceTime
When him eat me that's FaceTime
When him done look at me and say mi taste nice
Bruck up mi back pon the beat to the baseline
Mi nuh want text meet pon the FaceTime
When him eat me that's FaceTime
When him done look at me and say mi taste nice
Run me the guap
Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
Running a check up you know I can't stop
Ya wallets on flop I need them hot pockets, hot
Run me the guap
Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
Running a check up you know I can't stop
Ya wallets on flop I need them hot pockets
Niggas say that I'm crazy
Hell yeah I'm Jamaican
Eat it up like soufflé
If that shit wack no no faking
Come thru looking like bae, uh
Come thru I'm on my slay shit
Come thru ride on his sleigh, yuh
I don't do minimum pay no
Feeling that cinema wave, yuh
Damn I look good if I may say
Fuck up a check in a day, yuh
Call up my bitches to go play
Eden, Kimmy, and Dilly, yuh
We need the bag ándale, now
I like ice on me, huh
Fuck 'round and bust down the Rollie
Stroke nigga stroke stroke
Put the hat on you ain't bout to hit it raw
If you wax on then you gotta wax off
When I'm back on top bounce like a frog
I pounce with the kitty to the meat
Ounces and ounces he loosing in skeet
I'm finna rack up the money then beat it
Fuck up a trap I want commas I need it
Bruck Bruck
Bruck up mi back pon the beat to the baseline
Mi nuh want text meet pon the FaceTime
When him eat me that's FaceTime
When him done look at me and say me taste nice
Bruck up mi back pon the beat to the baseline
Mi nuh want text meet pon the FaceTime
When him eat me that's FaceTime
When him done look at me and say me taste nice
Run me the guap
Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
Running a check up you know I can't stop
Ya wallets on flop I need them hot pockets, hot
Run me the guap
Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
Running a check up you know I can't stop
Ya wallets on flop
Run me the guap
Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
Running a check up you know I can't stop
(Running a check up you know I can't stop)
Run me the guap
Run me the mula the cheese and the wap
Running a check up you know I can't stop
(Running a check up you know I can't stop)
Hot pockets hot
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Writer(s): Donnell Shawn Butler, Nastassia Pryce
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