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blacka da don - run it up كلمات الأغنية

[pre-chorus: blacka da don]
i gotta run up these bands
i gotta stick to the plan
all of my n-ggas the gang
all of my n-ggas they bang
strap right up in my pants
no i ain’t doin’ no dance
sendin’ shots at the opps
watch how they dance

[chorus: blacka da don]
i gotta get to these bands, yeah
chippin’ and movin’ the pang, yeah
i gotta stick to the plan, yeah
wake up and get to the bag, yeah
run it up, run it up
run it up, run it up
run it up, run it up
run it up, run it up

[verse 1: blacka da don]
i gotta get to the bands
i gotta stick to the plan
i cannot switch on the gang
all of my n-ggas they bang
pull up on you, hop out like a plane
these red bottoms i’m rockin’ ghost banes
all of my ex’s wanna f-ck me again
’cause they know i’m bustin’ across the land
i get my bands in a vein
wake up and weight up the grams
i got the strap in my pants
and if it’s for me i ain’t doin’ no dance
f-ck all that money walk sh-t
’cause n-gga i’m back to the vensus
the name on my label zip locked
but i ball like i come from memphis
i had to get me a half b
i’m tryna get me a d-mn key
they tryna say what i can be
i might just take your grammy
nun’ of these n-ggas they ran me
i know the opps can’t stand me
strap wit’ the thirty
they runnin’ like athletes
go do me a show pick up a can a pick up a dancer
then i hit up the trap pick up a pack the pick up the bands
when i walk in the club i’m strapped wit’ the pole like they the actor
i ain’t usin’ my phone sendin’ no texts call up my mans up

[verse 2: homie]
run it up, i met the b-tch look like caster
she not a ho she a dancer
seriously homie she answer
dopeboy i’ma trapper
run it up, straight drop i’ma cut it up
we got the sauce they all f-ck wit’ us
they took a loss that’s a win for us
stack it up, stack it
these n-ggas ain’t even in my bracket
chip it up, roll plastic
wrap it proper with elastic
five sticks in traffic
number four fantastic
ten bands diamonds dancin’
it was sticked no cappin’
yeah, i gotta get to the bag, yeah
i need my b-tch in a jag’, yeah
i need a get me a mill’, yeah
trapper i don’t need a deal, yeah
i only f-ck wit’ the real, yeah
trapper i don’t need a deal, yeah
i only f-ck wit’ the real, yeah

[verse 3: smiley]
run it up
so fast, my stack so fat
and you know my pack smashed that
bye shirt wit’ a bye hat
bad b-tch she might buy that
said she loved me got my money back
now i got her in my bye tracks
yeah, yeah
oln straight cashin’
i get the p-ssy and then i p-ss it
i get the work then i dash it
five stacks on a jacket
watch how when you ash it
spend money only on fashion
n-ggas talk ’bout my old sh-t
20 bands can’t fold this
i caught a charge she gon’ hold it
money o’s start moldin’
all my fiends stay joanzin’
i only like when she moanin’
oln it’s only gang sh-t
all my n-ggas on that gang sh-t
all my n-ggas on that bank sh-t
all my n-ggas on that b.y.e sh-t

- blacka da don

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