Lunice - Runnin' lyrics

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Lunice - Runnin' lyrics

[Verse 1] I was born ready I'm working your man up in that circuit b**h I planned to look that perfect Cheap little brand, but a b**h that certain Clip that Ganja, split that curtain He wanna slam, wanna whip that serpent He wanna wam, wanna get it in, wanna get it up Wanna split it and, wanna lick it up But your n***a been listening to roughs Now your n***as on the internet enough So he think he know the Dickens and the -what Damn motherf**er you be sniffing in the bu*t You a fan little n***a you be living for the c*nt You be handful of scrilla while I'm jiggling the buns I can stop moving still jiggling the buns I can pop in the middle with a did up in the bun Let it drop for ya n***a when he get up in the front I can spot which n***as got the get up and the funds But I'm not these b**hes with the dick up on their tongues Not these b**hes, all these n***as been among So it's not with me when I with your n***a in the crumbs And it's not me chilling with your n***a in the slums So run run whenever-whenever I'm in the sun, uh Ima sp-spend this n***as sp-spinach I tell him to eat the couchie then hit this n***a for lyrics He know that I got that juicy That juicy booty, that fruity, that fruity tooti That natural beauty He rich; he poppin that bougie I got that Glock and that uzi That ch-ch-chop and the tuni I hit your block with a goonie and put a dot on ya nugget Split ya top and ya stomach Hit ya pops and ya cousin Miss the shot if he runnin' And get as hot as he want it [Chorus] You, you don't want I know you, you don't wanna f** with me You on one, I'm on two Bang or get banged on; you choose These n***as runnin These n***as runnin They stay pumping that game But these n***as frontin All day up on this stage These n***as like they something Say this b**h is coming Now these n***as runnin Runnin, runnin These n***as runnin [Repeat] [Verse 2] I'm in the creme Coupe seats Color: gingerbread You know I got that b**h covered like a ninja head You say you bout to get buggin bout to spend your-bread So you bout to get smothered with that infrared Bet that strawberry banana f-fanna Click never jam-a I'm finna damage your armor and plan to blam at your grandma These n***as toting they hammers But really open punana's I smell these n***as They p**y they p**y they needa douche it Don't let him up in the cushion unless he come with the right do's If not, then b**h you better f** you a white dude If not, then b**h he better come with the right dick If not, then b**h you probably know that he like dick f** feeding these n***as You b**hes breeding these n***as? I get the beats from these n***as Then hit the streets with these n***as Y'all tryna sleep with these n***as I'm tryna eat with these n***as I read these n***as the script and get sick of seeing these n***as now [Chorus]

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