Correction Paroles Run It Up par Pi’erre Bourne

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Ooh, what, what?
Big boss, Rick Ross
I’m f**king that b*t*h on the big loft
Told the b*t*h, catastrophic failure
How the f**k ain’t I fall off?
Oh, put that lean on her jaw
Told that b*t*h she a dog
Pull up in a brand new car
Get on your knees and suck my c*ck
Me and Carti spitting laws over here
Sitting out here breaking jaws on a chair
Call me 007 the way I throw rocks
We don't give f**k about dude!
Yeah, breaking the daw
Yeah, chasing a dog
Move like a hog
That sh*t made no sense, oh well, f**k it

I'm on the phone with plug
All of these hoes they dumb
All of these n***as they dumb
We shootin' the sh*t in thе club
Trickin' your b*t*h, throwin' some cash I'm throwin'
Trickin' your b*t*h, puttin' my d**k in her tongue
F**kin' your b*t*h, foolin' that b*t*h and shе doin'
All of this kush in my lung
Rockin' that Louis Vuitton
Put my light dreads in a bun
Callin' my plug, I need tons
F**kin' that b*t*h for fun
I do this sh*t for fun
All in the show, know I'm rockin' the show
All of these n***as they lookin' like hoes
Call up the pole 'cause you a lil' ho
F**kin' your b*t*h, I kick her out the door
Yeah, hit a lil' b*t*h with the stick
Hit a lil' b*t*h with the bag
I don't give a f**k about the bag
I just go lean on the track
Big boss, Rick Ross
I just made bond
I shoot like Bond
007 on y'all
F**ked up that b*t*h
F**ked up her sh*t
F**ked up the RAF
F**ked up the trap

Add it up, add it up (Add it up)
Count it up, count it up, count it up
I need 19 then I run it up
I do not do it, I run it up
Shootin' my sh*t in the club
Shootin' that sh*t in the club
Shootin' that sh*t in the club
F**kin' the b*t*h in the club

F**king it up in the club
Eat an italian sub
Ima take a win, yeah a dub
007 ain’t enough
F**kin' that b*t*h
In the club
Pull up with a stick
Hit 'em with a lick
Giving them hell
Push 'em in a well
Wish them fair well
All is swell
Shoutout my boy
Play with a toy
Play with a mac
Not a big mac
Oh my god that sh*t was fire
That's why I'm the
Big boss, Rick Ross
I’m f**king that b*t*h on the big loft
Told the b*t*h, catastrophic failure
How the f**k ain’t I fall off?
Oh, put that lean on her jaw
Told that b*t*h she a dog
Pull up in a brand new car
Get on your knees and suck my c*ck
Me and Carti spitting laws over here
Sitting out here breaking jaws on a chair
Call me 007 the way I throw rocks
We don't give f**k about dude!

Big boss, Rick Ross
I just made bond
I shoot like Bond
007 on y'all
F**ked up that b*t*h
F**ked up her sh*t
F**ked up the RAF
F**ked up the trap

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