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joe blow & stanwill - runnin up the score lyrics

[verse 1: joe blow]
plain jane rollie, keep it elegant
i’m rich now, breakin’ b_tches for the h_ll of it
“you should probably pay me too” is what i tell a b_tch
feds picked me up for homicide and i ain’t tell ’em sh_t
i’m rockin’ denim tears with my virgil dunks
cop a day day today, i had the urge for one
really on some demon time, come and purge for somethin’
and stop talkin’ ’bout an opp unless you murder one

[verse 2: stanwill]
i’m tryna have my wrist run for president
i’ll pull up with them bl!cks to your residence
“eat the d_ck” what i tell a b_tch
i can’t work a job, boy, my ‘fit worth elevеn shifts
moncler for winter, off_white for thе summer
you ain’t never got nowhere in life, what a bummer
when your b_tch with gang, she see more pipe than a plumber
make it rain if he reach for my ice, up the thunder
each pocket got a ten_ball, b_tch, my jeans stuffed
we all stayed down, now my team up
water, air, and pape’ just to live, i don’t need sl_ts
aimin’ for them noodles got his bean bust

[verse 3: joe blow]
ridin’ with this draco, pourin’ up a faygo
playin’ la while my ho down in dago
white b_tch rich or blind, hair rise hazel
finna set her down with angel, foreign b_tch from barbados
sixty on these fifty pointers, that’s before appraisal
distribution shot me fifty every month without a label
i hate a bad b_tch that bring nothin’ to the table
when your right hand man take the stand, sh_t’s fatal
[verse 4: stanwill]
all this syrup we be sippin’, it ain’t maple
catch him underneath that rim and rock the cradle
watchin’ cameras at the spot, it ain’t no cable
unc’ and them be slangin’ powder, be with ‘caine more than abel
pull up with more shots than a pharmacy
touch screen ignition on the whip, it don’t start with keys
big stick on me, i could part the sea
trackhawk roarin’ like a bear when i start the jeep

[verse 5: joe blow]
ridin’ on the e_way, listenin’ to e_day
daughter got a new bmw for her b_day
talkin’ to my k_way, he was down on a threeway
if you pop into a sucker, say he ain’t showin’ leeway
it’s two of wock’ in an exotic pop
just ask the lord to forgive me if i slide with opp
i get it by the crate, so what you tryna cop?
we just runnin’ up the scoreboard and suckers out

- joe blow stanwill lyrics

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