Correction Paroles Run It Back par Shoreline Mafia

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(AceTheFace)
We was gettin’ money, we was gettin’ money
(Joog)
(Take some of that bass out, Bruce)
Yeah-yeah (Ron-Ron, do that shit)
We was gettin’ money, tryna rack that cash up
This the type of money that’ll back that ass up
Don’t be actin’ funny when you clap that ass up
Shorty, you better not act up (Yeah)
We was gettin’ money, tryna rack that cash up
This the type of money that’ll back that ass up (Yeah)
Don’t be actin’ funny when you clap that ass up
Shorty, you better not act up

Niggas workin’ with the feds, yeah, they dead, yeah
I’m just smokin’, countin’ bread, yeah, pop meds, yeah
I’ma grab her by the hair, yeah, like hell yeah
I’ma grab her by the hair, yeah, like hell yeah
I’ma fuck her by the throat now, she go down
All my niggas got the boats now, you know how
We be rockin’ off the cocaine, the whole town
Wanna fuck with a nigga now, I hold it down
Yung Joc on a nigga now, she goin’ down
Yung Joc on a nigga now, she goin’ down
Got the pipe like a plumber, nigga, I’m a drummer, nigga
Free Greedo, all my motherfuckin’ Drummer niggas

Yeah, that kitty cat, give me that
I’m the type of nigga break your back, then run it back
Pussy soakin’ on my fuckin’ lap, she love the dad
I’ma hit it, make him fuckin’ mad, I make a mess
She a muhfuckin’ get it girl, so get it, girl
I’m that nigga, that nigga-nigga that hit it, girl

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Bitch, I’m that nigga, just listen (Listen)
Pistols in the party, nigga (Bah), I can feel the tension (Ayy)
They don’t want us in the hood like a fucked up engine
Bitch, if you can’t take the heat, get out my muhfuckin’ kitchen (Bitch)
Ayy, shout out all my shooters, couple names I can’t mention
When your mama told you stay away from the gang, you shoulda listened (Ayy)
When I wake up in the mornin’, all I’m thinkin’ ’bout is checking
Wack a nigga then I’m tourin’, shoulda kept me out your (Gang, gang)
Pull up on my opps, we got ’em sick as hell, that nigga tellin’
They like, “Lil’ Rob, you slick as hell,” my niggas felons
Where I’m from, bitch, we don’t do the drugs, lil’ bitch, we sellin’ (Ayy)
Said where I’m from, bitch, we don’t do the drugs, lil’ bitch, we sellin’, ayy

Bitch, I’m tryna go, yeah, I’m rockin’ shows, yeah (Rockin’ shows)
Throw that money on the floor, yeah, I’m fuckin’ hoes, yeah
Serve a pussy on my phone, yeah, I’m crackin’ codes, yeah (Ayy)
If we beefin’ let me know, yeah, I’m finna blow, yeah (I’ma finna blow)
Young nigga need a city chick, real saditty bitch (What?)
Type of ho that’ll swallow me until she finish it (Finish it)
Yeah, you cute, but that ain’t enough, I need a thicker bitch (Thicker bitch)
He wasn’t cuttin’ it, that lil’ baby need some bigger dick (Ayy)
That’s a thirty, this a fifty, this a bigger stick (This a bigger stick)
Popped a Perky, now a nigga feelin’ sick as shit (Feelin’ sick as shit)
Just made the flip and shit, my niggas gettin’ rich as shit
She actin’ innocent, but she ain’t really innocent (Damn)

I just caught another bag, made five in a hour
Niggas love gettin’ bags (Bitch), I make five in the shower (Yuh)
In the mall poppin’ tags, spending bags by the thousand
Who them niggas gettin’ that? Bitch, don’t ask ’cause they around us
Kickin’ doors and throwin’ up pounds of steel, walkin’ with the choppas still
Got it on me walking out the pharm’, I got a lotta pills
Got it on me walking out the bank, I got a lotta bills
Old hundreds, sippin’ old red, show you how I feel
I don’t trust ’em, that’s a code red, show me how it sip (Nah)
Hundred bitches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled
I don’t trust ’em, that’s a code red, show me how it sip
Hundred bitches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled

Yeah, that kitty cat, give me that
I’m the type of nigga break your back then run it back
Pussy soakin’ on my fuckin’ lap, she love the dad
I’ma hit it, make him fuckin’ mad, I make a mess
She a muhfuckin’ get it girl, so get it, girl
I’m that nigga, that nigga-nigga that hit it, girl

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