Lil Baby - Running This Shit (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Baby - Running This Shit (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
I went right out of business
for more cash
I went 'Rari on 'Rari, we
horse playin' (Mm-hmm)
I can't go back and forth with
your broke ass (For what?)
Hold on, wait, matter fact, where
your ho at? (Come here)
On the block with a pound
in the store bag
I just left from the plug, tryna
go back (Weren't you?)
Keep a blick just incase this
shit go bad (Bop-bop-bop)
Brodie keep on the ski like he 4batz
Niggas cap a lot, they don't
got no hats (Cap)
Terrified of the bottom, can't
go back, nope (Never)
If you right or you wrong,
I'm with broski
Move in silence, don't make
no commotion (Yeah)
Show them boys how to
pop it, for sure-ski
Clear thе club, takin'
shots, I got no sleep
Runnin' this shit, got my hand in
this shit if it's money involved
Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah
Killin' hеr shit, got two hands
on her waist while I'm beatin'
her shit, she be takin' it all
Okay, okay, okay, okay (Grr, grr)
Killin' her shit, got two hands
on her waist while I'm beatin'
her shit, she be takin' it all
Got a game in my palms, I'll fuck
around, windmill this bitch, I
done stick my whole arm in it
I was lettin' them live for a while,
put two feet on they neck, tell
them bitches ain't done with 'em
You and bro 'posed to never fall
out about none of these women, don't
cherish, have fun with 'em
I got love for the streets, they been
down for me with or without, I
ain't breakin' my bond with 'em
If I want it, I get it, that's sippin'
on Sunday, don't leave for the bank,
I got the funds with me (Yeah)
Told the plug to go down on the
number, the lawyer to go up on
royalties (I ain't playin')
Got her ass did, it went to her head
It got hot in here, ain't
break a sweat
Rock a Urus the side of
my left ear (No cap)
I'm the reason she know
how a jet felt (Yeah)
Made her squirt, I had popped
me a black pill (Woah)
In L.A., let her go off
in Maxville (Go ahead)
I don't care what he did, he
a rat still (Fuck him)
And I said what I said,
don't at me (Yeah)
Street rapper, contract,
top athlete (Yeah)
Two M's out the tap, that
was last week (Paid)
Low-key, but the blogs still
attack me (Why?)
T'd up, I been turnt
since the backseat
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