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Run through your
You pissed on
I'mma have to bust you in lips
And the whips, better a whole lotta chips
'Cause I ain't for no givin'
Run through your
You on trip
have to bust you in your lips
And the whips, better have a whole chips
'Cause I ain't for no, I ain't for no, run through your, run ya clique

I learned a lot in such a short amount of
Everything that's fine that go to [?] mind
Met you I was like maybe fifteen years on you
You just act a little plus I heard you came from Arizona
And that was new so I was poppin' up at parties
Ridin', fuckin' dirty with the older niggas for me
And they just told me how that game
I said fuck it, I'mma put the rockin' by [?] dumb shit
But fuck it, my initial thought when I had met you
I was in the bleachers when your girls approached me
And threw away your number like it wan't taken or something
I told 'em "Baby, I'm nothing", say "Why you choose me?"
giggle, and walked away, I pray to God
It felt so right, I never [?], I never fucked bitches [?]
So if you try to blame it on me
Know I blame it on my dick, I'm sick, ya I run through ya

Run through your
You pissed on
I'mma to bust you in your lips
And the whips, better a whole lotta chips
I ain't for no givin' tips
Run through your
You pissed on
I'mma to bust you in your lips
And the whips, better have a lotta chips
I ain't for no, I ain't for no, run through your, run through ya clique

Nineteen, I got a meaning
Rocked Monk beats, got sane, for a deeper meaning
Still burnin' women, what a deadly
Nigga [?] ya the physical and spiritual
Lookin' back at my life and what a fuckin' trip
I coulda loved this bitch and lost myself so I could the bitch
And never the bitch is what I learned and then I went away from everything
I started for one, well, uh
Mo' bitches, mo' money, mo'
How my started robbin', went west, start thuggin'
Picked rappin', they chose, I blew, my
Got big, split wigs, rob mo' [?]
We battle, we fight, we one big one
No Pun, all scale, no bitch on my
Young nigga, no whip, my legit
And I pray for my and my squad while I run through your (clique)

Run your clique
Run through, run through your
Run through your

Run through your
You on trip
I'mma to bust you in your lips
And the whips, better have a whole chips
'Cause I for no givin' tips
Run your clique
You pissed on
I'mma have to bust you in lips
And the whips, better have a lotta chips
'Cause I ain't for no, I for no, run through your, run through ya clique