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bando k3 - run on him كلمات أغنية

[intro: bando k3]
(questionizer, i like this beat)
(yeah… b_tch!)
ayy turn me the f_ck up
(grrt!)
it’s k3 in this b_tch, n_gga
(haaaan!)
run on him, run on him
(boom_boom_boom!)

[chorus]
run on him, his dumbass slipped, he ain’t get up (p_ssy!)
two dracs, four beams, turned bro to hiccups (boom!)
i don’t type sh_t, i just pull up and lift up (grrah!)
he thought he was street ‘til we made that b_tch b_tch up (on gang!)
f_cked his ho then dipped, ain’t kiss her (ew)
block too hot, had to switch my blisters
my gun go “do_do_do”, not whisper
they scream “free bro” but he still that k!ller (facts)
i’m too real, i don’t play that fake (nah)
tried to line me? his fam wore gray
yeah, i’m smokin’ on who? that’s opp_pack today
put his face in the dirt, now his pic on the gate (b_tch!)

[verse 1]
i told shorty eat d_ck while i clean this clip
put a bеam on a glock, make a f_ckboy trip
how the f_ck is he gang? hе ain’t did no hits
i done p_ssed on graves and shot at cribs (grrah, grrah!)
catch his mama lackin’, no passes (boom)
she scream too much, now we shootin’ through glasses
i don’t rap for fun, this sh_t get tragic
talk about smoke? i’ll make you vanish (p_ssy!)
streets got no love, just death and pressure
i been slidin’ since i had braces, lil’ n_gga (no cap)
he was talkin’ too loud, now his face on a stretcher
tried to wrestle with demons ‘til i turned into the devil (haaan!)
yeah, b_tch, i’m heartless, glock got a switch like it’s r_t_rded
you don’t slide, you blog and argue
we just shoot, then f_ck your daughter (b_tch!)
i’m on go, like full_blown throttle
he tried to run, now his name on bottles
he was tough ’til his mans got folded
next week, i might slide with a toddler (facts!)
[chorus]
run on him, his dumbass slipped, he ain’t get up (b_tch!)
two dracs, four beams, turned bro to hiccups (boom!)
i don’t type sh_t, i just pull up and lift up (grrah!)
he thought he was street ‘til we made that b_tch b_tch up (on gang!)
f_cked his ho then dipped, ain’t kiss her (ew)
block too hot, had to switch my blisters
my gun go “do_do_do”, not whisper
they scream “free bro” but he still that k!ller (what?)
i’m too real, i don’t play that fake (nah)
tried to line me? his fam wore gray
yeah, i’m smokin’ on who? that’s opp_pack today
put his face in the dirt, now his pic on the gate (boom!)

[verse 2]
d_mn, he died with a cap in his hand
too slow, got clapped with his man (stupid!)
too bad, i don’t care who ran
if he ain’t get hit, then we spinnin’ again
ho, stop talkin’ like you from the block
your brother got hit, and y’all ain’t do squat
i was 9 with a glock in my sock
at 10, had a b_tch give drops (on god!)
i’m a savage, real_life menace
i’ll shoot a pastor if he start snitchin’
lil’ bro got booked and grinned in prison
said the cell feel better than livin’ (d_mn)
all black truck, but we hop out red
new fn, i ain’t missin’ your dreads
i’m the type send fl!cks to the ho that you claim
and still tell her, “don’t get too attached” (hoe!)
yeah, i’m built off war, that’s facts
every time i shoot, i laugh
he tried runnin’, we aimed at his back
he ain’t even make it out the grass (grrah!)
[chorus]
run on him, his dumbass slipped, he ain’t get up (p_ssy!)
two dracs, four beams, turned bro to hiccups (boom!)
i don’t type sh_t, i just pull up and lift up (grrah!)
he thought he was street ‘til we made that b_tch b_tch up (on gang!)
f_cked his ho then dipped, ain’t kiss her (nah)
block too hot, had to switch my blisters
my gun go “do_do_do”, not whisper
they scream “free bro” but he still that k!ller (k3, b_tch!)
i’m too real, i don’t play that fake (nah)
tried to line me? his fam wore gray
yeah, i’m smokin’ on who? that’s opp_pack today
put his face in the dirt, now his pic on the gate (boom!)

[outro]
(brrrt… brrrt… brrrt)
k3, lil’ b_tch, i ain’t goin’ for nothin’
cole shot this – y’all n_ggas better duck
(skrrt! 26 12, we takin’ heads, hoe!)
p_ssy… don’t run on me

- bando k3

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