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Run your clique
You on trip
I'mma have to you in your lips
And the whips, better a whole lotta chips
'Cause I for no givin' tips
Run through clique
You pissed on
I'mma have to bust you in your
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

I learned a lot in such a short amount of
Everything fuckin' fine that go to [?] mind
Met you when I was maybe fifteen years on you
You just act a little older plus I heard you came from
And that was new so I was poppin' up at house
Ridin', fuckin' dirty with the older niggas for me
And they just told me how that work
I said fuck it, put the rockin' by your [?] dumb shit
But it, that's my initial thought when I had met you
I was sittin' in the bleachers when your approached me
And they threw away your number like it taken or something
I 'em "Baby, I'm nothing", say "Why you wanna choose me?"
giggle, and walked away, I pray to God
It felt so right, I never [?], I never them bitches [?]
So if you ever try to it on me
Know I it on my dick, know I'm sick, ya I run through ya

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

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

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

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