CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : RUN
GloryTee
Man, what the f**k goin' on, Maajins?
Run, wait (Yeah)
Run, wait (Yeah)
Hold up, wait
Run, wait (Buh-buh-buh)
We killin' n***as for fun, huh
We killin' n***as, they (Brrr, wait)
We killin' n***as, they done
Walk up in Follies and spend me a ton, huh
Walk in the mall, we splugin' (Yuh)
Kill his a** 'cause he deserve it (Huh)
I need my bag and I need it right now
And I need my bag 'cause it's urgent, huh
And I want your shawty, she flirtin', huh
And I'm not tryna buy you no Birkin, huh
Socially-anti as f**k, huh
Finna push off in that— (Huh)
Finna pull off in that truck
And we gon' kill her, 'cause we don't give a f**k
F**k, I spilt the lean on my Ricks
F**k, then I hit the mall with yo b*t*h
F**k, and you know I carry that stick
And I'm not tryna dodge, tryna ball with my clique
F**k, hol' on, again
F**k, one more time
Hol' on, wait
F**k, okay
F**k it, I copped me some (N)ine
I been goin' up, now it's my time to shine
I'm dunkin' on n***as, just likе Steph in his prime
1500 the gang, that's my brothеrs, my slimes
I got these racks, b*t*h, I don't waste no more time
We gon' get that boy gone in six seconds, Vine
You n***as said that you don't like me, fine
That n***a so goofy, a clown, a mime
That n***a keep stealin' my sound, am I wrong?
Finna carry that n***a, ain't talkin' a ride
Swervin' two bands in that coupe
I'm with my dogs, just like Snoop
B*t*h, we top three, but I'm not three or two
It's beef with the fake, 'cause these n***as be food
I wanted the money, I'm countin' these blues
These 7.62's gonna check with your crew
Rick Owens, not Martins', not talkin' bout boots
Finna make this sh*t jump like a lil’ kangaroo (The f**k goin on, Maajins?)
Ha, b*t*h a big baller, don't know how to hoop
Why do you got a gun, you don't know how to shoot
I'ma whip out a [?], can't hop out the coupe
Got a Glock on my side, but a f**k n***a— (Huh)
Not in the Klan, but I slide with a hood
Know he tryna be me, man, he wish that he could
He tryna run up on me, but he couldn't
Call me Lumberjacket 'cause I wish that he would
Hood down, she givin' top in the Wraith
But I bet now, I put a gun in his face
Whip the pen down, I make a hit every space
And he said that his shawty get wet like a pool
She in the crib, then she neck us too
And I got a big choppa, like a damn harpoon
He is a bot, like a damn R2
And your b*t*h in my phone, couldn't wait on you
Run, wait (Yeah)
Run, wait (Yeah)
Hold up, wait
Run, wait (Buh-buh-buh)
We killin' n***as for fun, huh
We killin' n***as, they (Brrr, wait)
We killin' n***as, they done
Walk up in Follies and spend me a ton, huh
Walk in the mall, we splugin' (Yuh)
Kill his a** 'cause he deserve it (Huh)
Man, what the f**k goin' on, Maajins?
Run, wait (Yeah)
Run, wait (Yeah)
Hold up, wait
Run, wait (Buh-buh-buh)
We killin' n***as for fun, huh
We killin' n***as, they (Brrr, wait)
We killin' n***as, they done
Walk up in Follies and spend me a ton, huh
Walk in the mall, we splugin' (Yuh)
Kill his a** 'cause he deserve it (Huh)
I need my bag and I need it right now
And I need my bag 'cause it's urgent, huh
And I want your shawty, she flirtin', huh
And I'm not tryna buy you no Birkin, huh
Socially-anti as f**k, huh
Finna push off in that— (Huh)
Finna pull off in that truck
And we gon' kill her, 'cause we don't give a f**k
F**k, I spilt the lean on my Ricks
F**k, then I hit the mall with yo b*t*h
F**k, and you know I carry that stick
And I'm not tryna dodge, tryna ball with my clique
F**k, hol' on, again
F**k, one more time
Hol' on, wait
F**k, okay
F**k it, I copped me some (N)ine
I been goin' up, now it's my time to shine
I'm dunkin' on n***as, just likе Steph in his prime
1500 the gang, that's my brothеrs, my slimes
I got these racks, b*t*h, I don't waste no more time
We gon' get that boy gone in six seconds, Vine
You n***as said that you don't like me, fine
That n***a so goofy, a clown, a mime
That n***a keep stealin' my sound, am I wrong?
Finna carry that n***a, ain't talkin' a ride
Swervin' two bands in that coupe
I'm with my dogs, just like Snoop
B*t*h, we top three, but I'm not three or two
It's beef with the fake, 'cause these n***as be food
I wanted the money, I'm countin' these blues
These 7.62's gonna check with your crew
Rick Owens, not Martins', not talkin' bout boots
Finna make this sh*t jump like a lil’ kangaroo (The f**k goin on, Maajins?)
Ha, b*t*h a big baller, don't know how to hoop
Why do you got a gun, you don't know how to shoot
I'ma whip out a [?], can't hop out the coupe
Got a Glock on my side, but a f**k n***a— (Huh)
Not in the Klan, but I slide with a hood
Know he tryna be me, man, he wish that he could
He tryna run up on me, but he couldn't
Call me Lumberjacket 'cause I wish that he would
Hood down, she givin' top in the Wraith
But I bet now, I put a gun in his face
Whip the pen down, I make a hit every space
And he said that his shawty get wet like a pool
She in the crib, then she neck us too
And I got a big choppa, like a damn harpoon
He is a bot, like a damn R2
And your b*t*h in my phone, couldn't wait on you
Run, wait (Yeah)
Run, wait (Yeah)
Hold up, wait
Run, wait (Buh-buh-buh)
We killin' n***as for fun, huh
We killin' n***as, they (Brrr, wait)
We killin' n***as, they done
Walk up in Follies and spend me a ton, huh
Walk in the mall, we splugin' (Yuh)
Kill his a** 'cause he deserve it (Huh)
