KeY Wane - Run/An Island lyrics

[Part 1: Run] [Intro: ScHoolboy Q] Breathing Chronic in my system Watching your body hypnotize me from your rhythm Put that thing up in my kitchen See your body type's to carry on tradition You and jeans open doors, key, keys to a Porsche [Verse 1: Ne-Yo] Shawty get a buzz Shawty get a buzz from ending relationships Shawty s**ing flesh, hips, thighs and her breasts made to get ya She bad enough to make you write her number on the back of your girlfriend's picture [Pre-Chorus: Ne-Yo] She got a walk like she stalking prey Them k**er curves and that pretty face And she gon' make you do what she say Licking them lips, swinging them hips as she walk your way [Chorus: Ne-Yo] You better run, run for your life You better run, run for your life [Verse 2: Ne-Yo] Shawty get a thrill Shawty get a thrill from making a n***a beg Set 'em up, turn 'em out, knock 'em down, it's just that simple Shawty make love like a drug or a shotgun straight to the temple [Pre-Chorus: Ne-Yo] She got a walk like she stalking prey Them k**er curves and that pretty face And she gon' make you do just what she says Licking them lips, swinging them hips as she come your way [Chorus: Ne-Yo] You better run, run for your life Oh oh you better run, run for your life oooh [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q] Hips movin', yo a** pokin', young neck breaker Dress stretching, eyes sparkling, you a breath taker Heart stopper, need a chart topper Groovy Q meets Big Pimpin' St. Laurent for your Spring clothes Red bottoms, you need those All the things I do for you, oh Got a private jet for two, oh Yeah, we taking off or we can land in Rome Pull away without the roof All these things I do for you How these bras come out the blue God built you like a temple How your body drive me schizo [Chorus] You better run, run for your life You better run, run for your life oh oh [Spoken Outro] Drowning in a sea of groupies, buckets and scallywags. Clinging to sanity by a thread, suffocating When suddenly he spots her Sexy and cla**y attire, very little makeup Weave on point, buying her own damn drinks And as the thot waves keep crashing And attempt to bring my man down, behold sweet salvation An island, Integrity Jones