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moxley! – run it up! كلمات اغاني

[intro: moxley!, majin, & julian]
ayy, bro, t_tell these n_ggas how much you hate fat b_tches, bro (yeah, yeah, yeah)
my n_gga, f_ck fat b_tches, bro (yeah, yeah, run it, run it, run it)
i_ i hate fat b_tches with a passion (run it up, run it, run it, run it up, b_tch)
f_ck all that body positivity sh_t, f_ck your jelly rolls, n_gga (run it up, run it, run it, run it up)
i hate fat b_tches, bro (run it up, run it, run it, run it up)

[verse 1: moxley!]
we gon’ cut his f_ckin’ face, yeah
we gon’ run up in his place, yeah
ain’t no runnin’ from me, lil’ b_tch, you ain’t safe
shootin’ at his head, i’m gon’ catch a murder case

[verse 2: flxres]
loud pack got me nauseous (yeah)
why he actin’ pompous?
should be actin’ cautious (yeah)
we gon’ cause a ruckus (yeah)
all black bandits, we the phantom troupe (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
why the f_ck he talkin’ sh_t, he know it’s absolute (b_tch, f_ck)
we gon’ beat his skull in ‘til it’s f_ckin’ black and blue (yuh)
my n_ggas actin’ lightskin, yea, they only drive the coupe (yeah)
hey, what happened to that boy? go and ask him for yourself
beat that boy down, put his ass up on the shelf
i done made this beat, i don’t need no f_ckin’ help
only want the green, b_tch, i look like perfect cell
my n_ggas playin’ dirty, we gon’ hit below the belt
that boy gon’ be f_ckin’ singing like his name adele
[verse 3: majin]
yeah, this ain’t a plot twist (b_tch)
shootin’ at your body with a strap and it go cl!ck_cl!ck (yeah)
f_ckin’ on your mama and your auntie with my d_ck_d_ck (what)
charge myself with hate, cause’ you know i’m f_ckin’ k!llin’ sh_t
i’m a demon, a trigger happy fiend
i’m an evil lord, where’s my evil queen?
tear up everything when i’m on the scene
i’m a menace when i pull up, i make satan scream

[verse 4: moxley!]
red dot to his head, that’s the beam
i’m a vampire, b_tch, i put ice all on my t__th
i know a bad latina b_tch, she wanna f_ck on me
scare the b_tch’s boyfriend, by the way the choppa sing (b_tch)
rockin’ lv, b_tch, it’s all up in my ring
you know i’m rockin’ gucci, b_tch it’s all up on my feet
stab him in his chest, leavin’ blood all on the scene
i ain’t talkin’ juice, but i got blood up on my jeans

[verse 5: flxres, majin, moxley!]
sonic 3, b_tch, run it up and hit ‘em with the knuckle (boom)
throw up b’s, b_tch, we gon’ leave him bleedin’ in a puddle (yeah)
kick him in the kneecaps, throw him down and make him tumble
put the pressure down on him, make that motherf_cker buckle
stab a fat b_tch in the stomach, i’m gon’ pop her like a bubble
30 b_tches givin’ head, that’s a f_ckin’ royal rumble
heard us knockin’ at his door, now that boy know he in trouble
i’mma say what i want, i don’t care ‘bout being subtle

- moxley

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