Correction Paroles Running Man par Asian Doll

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Who made the beat? Charlie

Hundred bands, running man
Keep the bands tucked
Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you
You don't wanna cancel
B*t*h she all up in my ear, I tip her she a dancer (What, Dolly)
Put some lean up in my Sprite, it give me the answer (What, uh, uh)
B*t*h, I might be, uh in my white tee (In my, uh)
Dripping pricey, b*t*h my diamonds icy (B*t*h, b*t*h)
Hundred bands, running man, keep the bands tucked
Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you, you don't wanna cancel (Brrt)

I got no heart, he a dope boy
Drop that dope off, in a NASCAR
Now he stalkin' me, b*t*h I cost a fee (Ayy)
And that check on me, all this money, can't talk to me
Can't talk to me
These b*t*hes switched up quick and I'm not acceptin' no apologies (Hell nah)
Hop up in that drop top, and I drop it like my prodigy (Uh, uh)
When I'm on vacation, I eat lobster on a private beach
I just signed a deal, I got mil', it ain't no stopping me (Ayy, brrt, brrt)
Money brings you enemies, these n***as ain't no friend of me (Brrt, uh)
How you wanna talk 'bout Asian? B*t*h, you can't get near to me
I'ma b***erfly these b*t*hes smaller than a centipede
All the time, test my gangster, shoot you in some Saint Laurent (Uh, brrt)
Drop top and I'm from the block-ock
40 make your heart stop, make you do the leg bop (Uh)
Pushed me to the edge, ah
B*t*h you really scared, ah
These n***as, they Feds, ah
You ain't got no bread, ah
Yeah, ha
What's killing, I got too much green
Ha, b*t*h my foreign speed (Foreign speed)
Ha, pop out Gucci tee
Pop out bustin' at your team
Ha, my wrist bling
Ha, blindin' n***as, you can't see
Alexander Wang, I rock that b*t*h, I'm lookin' flee
Pull up in a Maybach, rock designer, and it stay that
Big a** boy, you better chillax
Send two shots, boy, you gon' feel that
I go wow, chopper, kick back
Pow, pow, pow, to your kneecap
Ride 'round town, with my seat back
Have you ever seen a Draco go (Brrrrrt)?
Pull up flexin' in that brand new Ghost (Yeah)
Yeah, hitters with me everywhere I go
Do a drive-by in a Lambo
Yeah, big racks, got big bands, ho
I can't make her finish, she start lookin' at my diamond rings (Yeah)
Spendin' money, trying to eat
How were you, if you were me
Go do it with some chains on
Boy you can't compare to me
My whips I can stand on
Come and take a picture, she
Hundred bands, running man
Keep the bands tucked (Bands, bands, brrt)
Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you
You don't wanna cancel
B*t*h she all up in my ear, I tip her she a dancer (Uh, uh)
Put some lean up in my Sprite, it give me the answer
B*t*h I might be, uh in my white tee (In my, uh)
Drippin' pricey, b*t*h my diamonds icy
Hundred bands, runnin' man, keep them bands tucked
Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you, you don't wanna cancel

Drop top and I'm from the block-ock
40 make your heart stop, make you do the leg bop
Skrrt, let's g?

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