Romański - Runaway lyrics

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Romański - Runaway lyrics

These p**y n***a wanna be Kenshin You're dying out boy, I hope your family Christians f** around with my money leave you busy Throw you out make yo' a** swim with the fishes Boy I'm probably somewhere that a young n***a can't pronounce Catch me in the streets, like my mom just kicked me out the house b**h I'm always standing out. Call me a cla** clown In a room full of weed, rapper sit your a** down Darkness, b**h I'm probably posted in a co*k pit, Heartless Come back with your soul at your body, Ferrari I ain't even got one, but I bargain. Retarted All these beats make my soul flow retarted I'm artist really bout to k** of all these targets Regardless, anybody in your f**ing squadron Bartend say, she's not a stripper, she just bartend ______ b**h, come and get it if you want your spot back As I'm livin' I just hope I see another day My city burnt the legend, but, it ain't much to say k**in' shows, Cross the globe, that ain't much to say And like my blunts, you can take a beating to the face Dreads hanging down we rippin up the baracades _______ sesh shows, its the better way Waterboyz for life, we living in the purest ways When I'm rich, catch me living by the purest ways With a bad big b**h eating sundaes Can't see you n***a like I'm on the runaway Dont get mad, I'm excelling with my forté Pull up on your block I'm eating like a buffet Take your whole team down like a entree Then fall in bed with a b**h, call her foreplay Anybody wanted bombs at your doorway Chris f**ing Travis, b**h were never like a old face

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