Run It Up (feat. James Perry)

She know it's big boss thang
You can't pay for this type of love

Niggas talking like they Hall of Fame
Boy they hype it up

Shawty I got
Drip like a A/C
A fan, she'll wipe it up

Said it's like a dream come true to spend a night wit us

Passed all my fans
To my mans
I can't wife it up

That boy ain't my mans
He be acting like he tight wit us

I know she don't care
I pull her hair
I know she like it rough

Looking for the fair one
A fight wit a real one

Aye I'm in a coupe wit a bad ass bitch
I'm trying to run it up

Aye I'm in a coupe wit a bad ass bitch
I'm trying to run it up

Aye I'm in a coupe wit a bad ass bitch
I'm trying to run it up

Aye I'm in a coupe wit a bad ass bitch
I'm trying to run it up

You out of your mind what's the issue
Gang with me if I tell them slide they intend to
Mafia we move in like the family when I'm with you
If anything that's just for dramatics strike a picture
You must be tripping huh
It's the thrill of describing when I'm in it huh
Run it up I'm on the side of your turf
This ain't a scrimmage huh
When I'm out you see me with her
No you didn't huh

Aye I'm in a coupe wit a bad ass bitch
I'm trying to run it up

Aye I'm in a coupe wit a bad ass bitch
I'm trying to run it up

Aye I'm in a coupe wit a bad ass bitch
I'm trying to run it up

Aye I'm in a coupe wit a bad ass bitch
I'm trying to run it up



Credits
Writer(s): James Perry
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