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Double dutching through my mind
Can't fuck with yo simplicity
Don't want you round my space if you can't match up my energy
Run
Run
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We done took off on the loose
So go ahead and tie yo shoes
If you think that you can hang
Then we gone show you what to do

Hickory dickory dock
She gone suck like a tic cause my rollie don't tock
Since a nigga got bread all the bitches gone flock
Servin levamisole they think it's rock
You sippin on NyQuil I'm pourin up Wock
Got no time for the pussy I need me some guap
If you think that I'm sober im sorry I'm not
Always on go I don't know how to stop
Look
An opp just pulled up but he left here deceased
Pulled up in a Tesla you thought that was leased
Supreme with the bape like a fuckin hype beast
Runnin it up while you look for type beats
I got a nice smile don't need on ice on my teeth
She got a fat ass treat my dick like a seat
Niggas mad cause their bitch got my song on repeat
I'm the type to go mosh with Diors on my feet
Too many god damn bands
That's why my pants don't fit
Too many Goddamn bands
Just might make you cut your wrists
And this mag hold too many clips like Zips when he shoots flicks
And this thot think I'm hard it's just a 45 with a dick so

Run
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Double dutching through my mind
Can't fuck with yo simplicity
Don't want you round my space if you can't match up my energy
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
We done took off on the loose
So go ahead and tie your shoes
If you think that you can hang
Then we Gone show you what to do

Ran in with the play and I'm bringing It back
Play action lil nigga I'm passing her back
If yo niggas not eating why you rappin bout racks
They see what we doin like how you do that
Been runnin this shit and you on yo first lap
These niggas be hatin but be in the back
Why worried lil nigga go find you some cash
Shake and bake baby I can't come in last
26 for the AP I'm runnin it back
Big body Mercedes you in the c-class
Just souped up the engine then skrrt off the track
Took yo bitch shopping was dropping them racks
If we talkin bout money I know that you lack
I'm seein yo diamonds they lookin like glass
Just hit up my jeweler I'm coppin it cash
Designer on me I copped it from saks
Niggas don't want it they run from they problems
These hoes for the squad when I'm done I just lob em
This bitch in all black man I think she from Gotham
2 racks for the shoes man fuck it I copped em
Ran into the banks never having those problems
They come with the drama I promise I'll solvem
Ran off with they bag and told em I got em
Look in the back and I think that I lossed em

Run
Run
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Double dutching through my mind
Can't fuck with yo simplicity
Don't want you round my space if you can't match up my energy
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
We done took off on the loose
So go ahead and tie yo shoes
If you think that you can hang
Then we gone show you what to do



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Brook, U Srinivas, Nana Vasconcelos, Nigel Kennedy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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