On the Run

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[Intro] Bobby Kritical [Chorus] Shawty got sex appeal I'ma have my best, yeah Lick on her flesh, yeah Squeeze on her breasts, yeah I need the big deals I need the big wheels Diamonds got big chill Pop me a big pill These niggas ain't real Tell her how I feel Life get unreal This how I live Everything A1, yeah Hold weight, this a ton, yeah Can't run out of fun, yeah Me and you on the run, yeah (Let's go) [Verse 1] Shawty got pussy like water I fell in love with your daughter Foreign hoes, came from the bottom Flip them hoes like a quarter (Flip) Paper on a nigga like Harlem I'ma let it ride like the model Fuck around, you gon' get slaughtered Got a nigga feelin' like Tha Carter (Yes, let's go) Got too many hoes that be callin' my phone, but I'm focused on you I be lookin' for you, I be textin' you, I be sexin' you (Sexin' you) She got her own and she still in school Lil' mama a fool, what's a player to do? Can't look like a fool, I'm just playin' it cool [Chorus] Shawty got sex appeal I'ma have my best, yeah Lick on her flesh, yeah Squeeze on her breasts, yeah I need the big deals I need the big wheels Diamonds got big chill Pop me a big pill These niggas ain't real Tell her how I feel Life get unreal This how I live Everything A1, yeah Hold weight, this a ton, yeah Can't run out of fun, yeah Me and you on the run, yeah [Verse 2] Me and you on the run, yeah Kick it with the B's like Bun, yeah Can I get a piece of that bun? Yeah Hottest nigga under the sun, yeah Name hold weight, this a ton, yeah Shawty think he hard with a gun, yeah If shit pop off, he'll run, yeah All them niggas ain't nothin', yeah Balenciaga runners, no sprint though Twenty-two hundreds for the Rick O Twenty-two hundred ain't shit, ho Twenty-two thrown on your bitch, woah (Bitch, woah) Play with them racks, yeah Fendi to match, yeah They say that I'm back, yeah Count it exact, yeah [Chorus] Shawty got sex appeal I'ma have my best, yeah Lick on her flesh, yeah Squeeze on her breasts, yeah I need the big deals I need the big wheels Diamonds got big chill Pop me a big pill These niggas ain't real Tell her how I feel Life get unreal This how I live Everything A1, yeah Hold weight, this a ton, yeah Can't run out of fun, yeah Me and you on the run, yeah
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