Gotta Run
I met him at the club
Better run
Girl, you better run
Don't say I ain't warn you
Yeah, yeah
Leave that toxic shit alone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I seen him at the club
He the type I want to get to know
What you doing way over there?
Boy, come here. Get close to me
That's when I smelled it in the air
That's when I smelled it on your clothes
I can even smell it in your hair
Now I already know where this bout to go
So I gotta run, run, run
Boy I gotta run, run, run
Bae I gotta run, run, run
Boy I gotta run, run, run
Cus I already learned my lesson
I already learned this lesson
Now it's time for me to run
Time for me to run, run, run in the opposite direction
Direction
I seen him on the dance floor looking all sexy
Red shirt blue shorts lookin like Pepsi
Pulled up in a Lexi
Met him through my bestie
Big chains, gold rings came thru flexin'
All the girls flocked to him
My homegirl like "Bitch you better talk to him. Matter fact here he come"
Now it's us two, but he looking like the one
Taking shots after shots and he ain't even bring a gun
That night I dodged a bullet though
"Bitch if you turned that nigga down then you a stupid hoe"
Guess I'm a stupid hoe, rather be a stupid hoe
Than a foolish naive lil groupie hoe
Dickmatized, have that nigga making you look stupid hoe
He can say he want it but that nigga gotta prove it though
And you can fall for it but that nigga ain't gon fool me though
I see the toxic on him
I smell the toxic on him
I smell the toxic on him
I gotta run
Run like forest
I rather run from it
But others run towards it
I ain't gon lie
I wanna explore it
But when I see those red flags, I just can't ignore it
I'm window shopping
All these niggas see through
If you make it easy
Then that's when they cheat you
Find a way to please you, then ask for a redo
And if you take them back that's how you training them to treat you
Fuck that
Had to take my love back
Had to get my heart back
Had to get my mind back, but I can't get that time back
I cant wait, stop, pause, play, rewind that
Do I need to run, God?
Show me where the signs at
Then right there I can feel it in my bones
Got a whiff of toxic, mixed with his cologne
I ain't other bitches, certain shit I can't condone
If I can't have my peace of mind then boy I rather be alone
I seen him at the club
He the type I want to get to know
What you doing way over there?
Boy, come here. Get close to me
That's when I smelled it in the air
That's when I smelled it on your clothes
I can even smell it in your hair
Now I already know where this bout to go
So I gotta run, run, run
Boy I gotta run, run, run
Bae I gotta run, run, run
Boy I gotta run, run, run
Cus I already learned my lesson
I already learned this lesson
Now it's time for me to run,
Time for me to run, run, run in the opposite direction
Direction
I already learned
And I already know
So now I gotta run, now I gotta run
Now I gotta run, run, run
I know he no good
I know he no good
Now I gotta run, now I gotta run
Now I gotta run
Better run
Girl, you better run
Don't say I ain't warn you
Yeah, yeah
Leave that toxic shit alone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I seen him at the club
He the type I want to get to know
What you doing way over there?
Boy, come here. Get close to me
That's when I smelled it in the air
That's when I smelled it on your clothes
I can even smell it in your hair
Now I already know where this bout to go
So I gotta run, run, run
Boy I gotta run, run, run
Bae I gotta run, run, run
Boy I gotta run, run, run
Cus I already learned my lesson
I already learned this lesson
Now it's time for me to run
Time for me to run, run, run in the opposite direction
Direction
I seen him on the dance floor looking all sexy
Red shirt blue shorts lookin like Pepsi
Pulled up in a Lexi
Met him through my bestie
Big chains, gold rings came thru flexin'
All the girls flocked to him
My homegirl like "Bitch you better talk to him. Matter fact here he come"
Now it's us two, but he looking like the one
Taking shots after shots and he ain't even bring a gun
That night I dodged a bullet though
"Bitch if you turned that nigga down then you a stupid hoe"
Guess I'm a stupid hoe, rather be a stupid hoe
Than a foolish naive lil groupie hoe
Dickmatized, have that nigga making you look stupid hoe
He can say he want it but that nigga gotta prove it though
And you can fall for it but that nigga ain't gon fool me though
I see the toxic on him
I smell the toxic on him
I smell the toxic on him
I gotta run
Run like forest
I rather run from it
But others run towards it
I ain't gon lie
I wanna explore it
But when I see those red flags, I just can't ignore it
I'm window shopping
All these niggas see through
If you make it easy
Then that's when they cheat you
Find a way to please you, then ask for a redo
And if you take them back that's how you training them to treat you
Fuck that
Had to take my love back
Had to get my heart back
Had to get my mind back, but I can't get that time back
I cant wait, stop, pause, play, rewind that
Do I need to run, God?
Show me where the signs at
Then right there I can feel it in my bones
Got a whiff of toxic, mixed with his cologne
I ain't other bitches, certain shit I can't condone
If I can't have my peace of mind then boy I rather be alone
I seen him at the club
He the type I want to get to know
What you doing way over there?
Boy, come here. Get close to me
That's when I smelled it in the air
That's when I smelled it on your clothes
I can even smell it in your hair
Now I already know where this bout to go
So I gotta run, run, run
Boy I gotta run, run, run
Bae I gotta run, run, run
Boy I gotta run, run, run
Cus I already learned my lesson
I already learned this lesson
Now it's time for me to run,
Time for me to run, run, run in the opposite direction
Direction
I already learned
And I already know
So now I gotta run, now I gotta run
Now I gotta run, run, run
I know he no good
I know he no good
Now I gotta run, now I gotta run
Now I gotta run
Credits
Writer(s): Dallas Cooper, Brenae Chereece Wilkes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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