Run It
Ohh, I get a feeling and it's weighing heavy on my soul
Somebody's plotting and they think that I don't know
Since they be
Wait a minute
I give it, then take it back, and I spit it spit it
Why these hoes gone try me
Pussy-whipped, now your man's gone line me
You don't want to try me
What the fuck is you really gone do
You mad 'cause you know I can take yo man's too
But I won't get in between, get away from me wit' all that energy
Them people they gone try to stop me
They could never top me
My heart and voice so full of gold, that they could never rock me
They don't create, they copy
Ohh, I get a feeling and it's weighing heavy on my soul
Somebody's plotting and they think that I don't know
Since they be watching I'ma give these little haters a show
They just can't have enough
Baby I run it up, ohh
I'm the main attraction, walk into a room like, guess who's back
All these niggas break their necks, cuz they know I'm all that
Ooo Vicky Vicky why you act like that
'Cause motherfuckers want a piece of me
They always worried, what I act like
Yo, get your bag right
Don't fuck it up 'cause it's your last life
Oh, baby, I am not easy
If you get with me, ohh, you gone need to know a few things
I'ma drive you up the walls
Won't be at your every beck and call
Come lick it, lick it, like an edible
Give you plentiful
This my world
Ohh, I get a feeling and it's weighing heavy on my soul
Somebody's plotting and they think that I don't know
Since they be watching I'ma give these little haters a show
They just can't have enough
Baby, I run it up, ohh
Ohhhhh
Aye aye aye
Like that that that
He love it when I do
Right, yea
Baby, you hittin' it right lately
Doing it in all angles switching to back and forth, up and down, and round
I I, I, I, I
I I, I, I, I, I
I I, I, I, I
I don't want
You to ever come back to me
If you never could come correct to me
I don't need you, you need me
Ohh, I get a feeling and it's weighing heavy on my soul
Somebody's plotting and they think that I don't know
Since they be watching I'ma give these little haters a show
They just can't have enough
Baby, I run it up
Ohh
Somebody's plotting and they think that I don't know
Since they be
Wait a minute
I give it, then take it back, and I spit it spit it
Why these hoes gone try me
Pussy-whipped, now your man's gone line me
You don't want to try me
What the fuck is you really gone do
You mad 'cause you know I can take yo man's too
But I won't get in between, get away from me wit' all that energy
Them people they gone try to stop me
They could never top me
My heart and voice so full of gold, that they could never rock me
They don't create, they copy
Ohh, I get a feeling and it's weighing heavy on my soul
Somebody's plotting and they think that I don't know
Since they be watching I'ma give these little haters a show
They just can't have enough
Baby I run it up, ohh
I'm the main attraction, walk into a room like, guess who's back
All these niggas break their necks, cuz they know I'm all that
Ooo Vicky Vicky why you act like that
'Cause motherfuckers want a piece of me
They always worried, what I act like
Yo, get your bag right
Don't fuck it up 'cause it's your last life
Oh, baby, I am not easy
If you get with me, ohh, you gone need to know a few things
I'ma drive you up the walls
Won't be at your every beck and call
Come lick it, lick it, like an edible
Give you plentiful
This my world
Ohh, I get a feeling and it's weighing heavy on my soul
Somebody's plotting and they think that I don't know
Since they be watching I'ma give these little haters a show
They just can't have enough
Baby, I run it up, ohh
Ohhhhh
Aye aye aye
Like that that that
He love it when I do
Right, yea
Baby, you hittin' it right lately
Doing it in all angles switching to back and forth, up and down, and round
I I, I, I, I
I I, I, I, I, I
I I, I, I, I
I don't want
You to ever come back to me
If you never could come correct to me
I don't need you, you need me
Ohh, I get a feeling and it's weighing heavy on my soul
Somebody's plotting and they think that I don't know
Since they be watching I'ma give these little haters a show
They just can't have enough
Baby, I run it up
Ohh
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Writer(s): Victoria Alcala
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