Corrección Letra Running Out par 9lokkNine

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(Intro)
I'm like Rudy, why you rushin' me?
Why you rushin'?
Back, back, gimme 50 feet (Ok)
I still got the beat
Koncept on the beat

(Chorus)
I think I'm running out of luck
I been running out of f**ks
I never gave a f**k
I be with some thugs
Ay, that pill make him [?]
A n***a play we shoot sh*t up
I got my glizzy in the club

(Verse 1)
I got tired of showing love
I really think lil bro turned to a [?]
I'm peeping all these scrubs
Going right, he touch sh*t off
Oh I'mma catch a play from bout a cut
I told you, diamond in the rough
He just tryna act all tough
That lead will sit him down if he boot up
n***a know what's up with us
Keep one up on my side, just like my hip
Or right there by my waist, behind my belt
n***as tryna call for help
Can't save them when we dive, no Michaеl Phelps
Tony Hawk, I'm on my grind, why can't you tell?
I bet it's on mе in the [?]
f**k saying n***a tried spraying with the semi
And lately I been keeping all the envy
I was [?]
from all y'all
And watched that n***a play they all fall
Behind mine, I stand tall
I'm tryna put a n***a on the wall
Won't ever catch me slipping, it's in my drawls
sh*t get colder than December
Sometimes I ain't get nothing for Christmas
And congratulate a n***a
Momma made her way, but sometimes I feel like she slaved to get it
I was born in May, get in my way, I crack yo' 'tato n***a
Everything, Kosher pickle, I said Hey Mr., Mr
just wanna kiss you
Take ya out like a dinner
Crop yo' ass right out the picture and watch they frame a n***a
on my name, I'm armed and dangerous, everytime it's with 'em
40. Cal, like add a nickel, oh that's that 4-ficial
Better have that static with ya, and ain't that b*t*h official?
I ain't just know average n***a, and I ain't broke neither
Cut the AC off when we arrive, better have your heater

(Chorus)
I think I'm running out of luck
I been running out of f**ks
I never gave a f**k
I be with some thugs
Ay, that pill make him [?]
A n***a play we shoot sh*t up
I got my glizzy in the club

(Verse 2)
I told 'em, ain't no searching at the door
Pop a perc, I told that boy, give me one more
I'm tryna solve all my pain, I really wanna up this b*t*h and aim
But sometimes, Lil 9 just gonna think
Cuz I be finna crash, like 9 just get the wheel, get on his ass
I'm swerving left and right, I'm on the gas
Chief puff, puff and pass
I'm tryna smoke him too, that n***a dead
I'm telling you gon' die for what you said
I'm all in his head
It's mind control, I do this sh*t again
Then, lace my boots and go and spend a band
Take off all my chains and suit up
I'm telling you, I been waiting for you to boot up
I'm all downtown, riding on scooters, tell them pu**y boys come catch me
Armed and Dangerous, f**k n***a I'm ready
I'm in your nightmares like Jason, nah I'm Freddy
Ay, send a b*t*h through to us she get the drop like Bloody Mary
Before Corona virus, we wear masks to get the fetti
Now you can wear masks all day, this sh*t get scary
I'm talking we'll spin all ways, no Hail Mary
I ain't trusting a soul, I ain't leaving no-one to tell
A hoe gon' tell what we told, I'm finna tell it

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