CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Run My...
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That boy Babe Ruth with it
In and out the park with a smooth finish, take two minutes
Stop fronting like you knew wisdom
One pull and the glue hit him, stuck in his couch
n***as running for frown, n***a you lucky he out
Young boy got drive, he be hungry without it
Fifth grade, we was running through houses
No pounds just pounds for allowance
n***as who hardly made it touch down, be the loudest
Used to 'round with the mouses
Grade A make your momma the proudest
n***as thirsty, might drown in the fountain
You a clown or misdoubting?
Lost a friend, found depression instead
Lost my pencil, I remembered the stress
Ask if Max brought the mеdicine yet
Cold tears lеave these sentences wet
Told ’Press I build the stairs, just remember the steps
Everyday, it's like my memory left
Blunt roaches with a centipede crest
Head in clouds, hope this beat'll place, the rest of me slept
And I’m the type that's not accepting they death
Tell my reaper I'm a feig, gimme time, gimme place
n***as speaking bout my ways, you should say it to my face
pu**y n***a
Tell my reaper I'm a feig, gimme time, gimme place
n***as speaking bout my ways, you should say it to my face
That boy Babe Ruth with it
In and out the park with a smooth finish, take two minutes
Stop fronting like you knew wisdom
One pull and the glue hit him, stuck in his couch
n***as running for frown, n***a you lucky he out
Young boy got drive, he be hungry without it
Fifth grade, we was running through houses
No pounds just pounds for allowance
n***as who hardly made it touch down, be the loudest
Used to 'round with the mouses
Grade A make your momma the proudest
n***as thirsty, might drown in the fountain
You a clown or misdoubting?
Lost a friend, found depression instead
Lost my pencil, I remembered the stress
Ask if Max brought the mеdicine yet
Cold tears lеave these sentences wet
Told ’Press I build the stairs, just remember the steps
Everyday, it's like my memory left
Blunt roaches with a centipede crest
Head in clouds, hope this beat'll place, the rest of me slept
And I’m the type that's not accepting they death
Tell my reaper I'm a feig, gimme time, gimme place
n***as speaking bout my ways, you should say it to my face
pu**y n***a
Tell my reaper I'm a feig, gimme time, gimme place
n***as speaking bout my ways, you should say it to my face
