Corrección Letra Run The Score par Zaytoven & Fo15

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Letra

(Zaytoven)

She got mad when I said she gotta go, yeah
I got b*t*hes from the city to the O, yeah
My lil' project b*t*h, she said it’s on the floor, yeah
We see them n***as, then we try to up the score, yeah

That b*t*h dead, I killed that head
My n***as don't do county time, they send us to the feds
She jumped in the Benz, said, "What's your favorite color?" Red
Blue hundreds on me right now, presidents dead
I let bad b*t*hes blow me, reject they phone calls
I’m with wifey blowin' a bag, I don't know y'all
I dress my b*t*hes with Rollies or APs, Louis crop-top
She said, "This the Wraith?" No, this the Dawn, ho, this the drop-top

She got mad when I said she gotta go, yeah
I got b*t*hes from the city to the O, yeah
My lil' project b*t*h, she said it's on the floor, yeah
We see them n***as, then we try to up the score, yeah

It ain't no ho in me, shooters on go for me, yeah
I put my ho on fleek, yeah, I'm tryna roll in peace
Spent like a soft band on my cleats
I keep a gleek
Get out of line, we can meet
And we’ll pull on your street, no internet beef
Keep one up top, come and see
This GLE AMG, that’s 63, don't get no ash on these seats
I like the 50s, they pink
Don’t wake the beast
B*t*h, we'll come in your sleep
Like them blue hundreds, they neat
We tryna feast
All that lil' talkin' be cheap
And we got Zay on the beat
Know I’ma eat
B*t*h gotta pay, it's a fee
This b*t*h suck that d**k so good, I'm movin' slow, yeah
Got some young n***as in the trap right now and they on go, yeah
I can't hand no bro no pole if he don't blow, yeah
Come and shop, you know we got that for the low, yeah
Look, I don't be feelin' nothin'
We give a f**k, I come with killers bustin'
Need me a deuce, I probably need me a four
I don't be feelin' 'Tussin
'Toven on beats
I just seen Ghazi in front, we had a real discussion
Told him it's real
Told him that if it go up, just know them killers comin'
I'm into drillin' somethin'
If it's some pressure, just know I'm killin' somethin'
When they go shootin', they ain't gon' need no direction
Just know they peelin' somethin'
We in the door, and we gon' come with them poles
You know my n***as comin'
Coat by Moncler, and my Balenci' is track
But they ain't made for runnin'

She got mad when I said she gotta go, yeah
I got b*t*hes from the city to the O, yeah
My lil' project b*t*h, she said it's on the floor, yeah
We see them n***as, then we try to up the score, yeah

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