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Lyrify.me

Run It by Twelve Seventy Five Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[Intro: A G Called Marley]

Break it down

Ladies and gentlemen...

Welcome

Yeah, uhh

Look

[Verse]

The real the fake it's all the same if you can’t tell the difference (wait)
Telling What Nobody Tells You keeping the opps in a distance (huh)
I'm on a mission.... wait, you know wassup
Hair triggers, crosshairs, give you a haircut (oouu)
Or maybe your throat cut (mhm)
But baby we cutthroat, the gang with the life boat, but no we don't save hoes especially fake hoes
Tell you they care but really do not tho, they after your bank notes
So better be keeping your bag on lock with a passcode
And now I’m the talk of the town, bitch
Look at how I put it down, bitch
I see da smile on your face, it all goes away when I come around, bitch
Why you acting like a clown, bitch
I break it down you break down, bitch
I ain't finna take a break until I get the steak and make my momma proud, bitch (Yuh)

[Hook: A G Called Marley]

Look at me
I kill the game repeatedly
I run this shit like its diarrhea
I got niggas sweatin' like they run a fever
Call them all in order like I order pizza
Plus I got the sauce and I sprinkle season
I dont need a reason as to why I bury niggas doing treason I am so illegal... (sheeesh)

[Bridge: A G Called Marley]

God dammit (Good lord)
I'm wavy as a muh - fucker
And I'm the muh - fucker

Oh wow you niggas so clit, claim you da shit, don't stink a bit, don't got no hit, all you know is tik, hoes suck dick as I suck tits, balls never blue, don't do crips

[Hook: A G Called Marley]
Look at me (yuh)
I kill the game repeatedly
I run this shit like its diarrhea I got niggas sweatin’ like they run a fever
Call them all in order like I order pizza plus I got the sauce and I sprinkle season
I dont need a reason as to why I bury niggas doing treason I am so illegal... (sheeesh)

[Verse: Linden Helix]

Run it (run it!)
Up (up!)
You cannot catch up to us (whoo!)

I pull out my shit out the driveway
I’m doing like 185 on the highway
I get high on a Sunday
I'm leaving dead bodies in the living room
New kicks got blood stains
I stay on my lane, Usaine

Buss it, open (open!)
I hit the hoop, LeBron James
You busy chasing that pussy my nigga
You’re never fucking with my pace
Your girl wanna come around my place
She givin' me head
She fuck up my mind state
She stay on the go, I tell her to go
She fuck up the clutch plate
Engine, overheat (whoo, whoo!)
She been sayin' that she over me
But now I'm flooding on her ovaries
Now the game got a bunch of mini me’s

You couldn't cross us in the fucken Anaphase
By the way you movin', man I'm not amazed
From the starting line we've been running game
Me and Marley run a different race

[Outro: Linden Helix]

On God, on God man we run a different race...

Look at me
I kill the game repeatedly
She been sayin' that she over me
But now I'm flooding on her ovaries
Now the game got a bunch of mini me's