Run It
Yh
Ayy, ayy, Mash up the place like wah?
Okay (mash up the place like wah?), yh
When you talking pure vibes, ykno who to call I'm the guy (the guy)
Wanna know why?
Mash up the place got you feeling like chai
Tear up the beat like I came with a knife
Wanna get back with a big bag
And a chick that has back and style (for real)
Where is the joint my guy (my guy), roll up that ish and kpai (kpai)
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Where be the joint, where the lungu
Mess up your head like voodoo
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Where is the joint my guy (my guy)
Roll up that ish and kpai (and kpai)
I can't even trust these guys
Come through with smiles and lies (uh uh)
Real ones is had to find
Cheap ones dey raise their price (for real)
But na me be the boss for town
Run that shit now I sound like gods (Sound god)
Bad girls I air like pods
Holy boy with a mix of thugs
Grrrr
Make sure it shake, y'kno I bring the woo
Small thing you dey fear, shey I be Freddy Krueger
No worries hakuna, make a wish Alluka
Come in with the joy like that nigga Lucas
I be the boy cause I came with burners
Play with that toy don't suck like Jonas (uh uh)
Don't suck like Jonas
Ayy (Ayy), Oou (oou)
Ayy, Oou (oou)
All my niggas don dey glow (glow), glow (glow), glow (glow)
Drip from head to toe (toe)
Icy (koko), cold
Mulla, dough
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Where be the joint, where the lungu (lungu)
Mess up your head like voodoo
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Where is the joint my guy (my guy), roll up that ish and kpai
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Where be the
Had to tell a nigga switch it up
Strapped up with the gang non-stop
Police tried to grab my nuts (Grrrr pow, true story)
I know they'll hate on me
But I got those wey dey pray for me
No silicon no fakes on me
Work hard get this money (get this money)
No jokes its not funny (its not funny)
I know they'll hate on me
But I got those wey dey pray for me
No silicon no fakes on me
Ayy, ayy, Mash up the place like wah?
Okay (mash up the place like wah?), yh
When you talking pure vibes, ykno who to call I'm the guy (the guy)
Wanna know why?
Mash up the place got you feeling like chai
Tear up the beat like I came with a knife
Wanna get back with a big bag
And a chick that has back and style (for real)
Where is the joint my guy (my guy), roll up that ish and kpai (kpai)
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Where be the joint, where the lungu
Mess up your head like voodoo
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Where is the joint my guy (my guy)
Roll up that ish and kpai (and kpai)
I can't even trust these guys
Come through with smiles and lies (uh uh)
Real ones is had to find
Cheap ones dey raise their price (for real)
But na me be the boss for town
Run that shit now I sound like gods (Sound god)
Bad girls I air like pods
Holy boy with a mix of thugs
Grrrr
Make sure it shake, y'kno I bring the woo
Small thing you dey fear, shey I be Freddy Krueger
No worries hakuna, make a wish Alluka
Come in with the joy like that nigga Lucas
I be the boy cause I came with burners
Play with that toy don't suck like Jonas (uh uh)
Don't suck like Jonas
Ayy (Ayy), Oou (oou)
Ayy, Oou (oou)
All my niggas don dey glow (glow), glow (glow), glow (glow)
Drip from head to toe (toe)
Icy (koko), cold
Mulla, dough
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Where be the joint, where the lungu (lungu)
Mess up your head like voodoo
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Run it up (ayy)
Where is the joint my guy (my guy), roll up that ish and kpai
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Where be the
Had to tell a nigga switch it up
Strapped up with the gang non-stop
Police tried to grab my nuts (Grrrr pow, true story)
I know they'll hate on me
But I got those wey dey pray for me
No silicon no fakes on me
Work hard get this money (get this money)
No jokes its not funny (its not funny)
I know they'll hate on me
But I got those wey dey pray for me
No silicon no fakes on me
Credits
Writer(s): Damilare Daniel Ifebajo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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