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I Run This (feat. B. WildBoi) Video (MV)






Bighand-NO - I Run This (feat. B. WildBoi) Lyrics




I Run this Shit
I Run this Shit
I Run This Shit
I Run this Shit

If you know me nigga then you know me from how I rap
Go and do your hate baby I get alot of that
And Im probably getting fat cause I carry alot of stacks
Trust me just cause I rap I ain't forget how to clap
Faking I take it back anywhere on the map
Take off his thinking cap desert a break his back
Vacant and laying flat why he do all that
Just to let niggas know the reason im saying that
I run this shit

I Run this Shit
I Run this Shit
I Run This Shit
I Run this Shit

Give me my space boy don't you make me fix your screw face
Knowing that you fake wont bust 2 grapes
Regardless what you say coming where you stay you run to a new state
Give me my space boy don't you make me fix your screw face
Knowing that you fake wont bust 2 grapes
Regardless what you say coming where you stay you run to a new state

Put my all in it what is yall kidding
Try to tell dog its nothing personal all business
Do my thang and now you notice the star in me
Flow like a black hole and rappers a fall in it
T.k. push play they wont stop calling in ya city we fall in
Bet I go all in hotter than a sweater same weather new orleans
You ain't getting cheddar little lover thats all $10's
Talking on my phone like why didn't I call him
Tell me whats wrong slim we spose to be grown men
So let me move on then flip this rap bra
Get my own ins go head on then

I Run this Shit
I Run this Shit
I Run This Shit
I Run this Shit

Give me my space boy don't you make me fix your screw face
Knowing that you fake wont bust 2 grapes
Regardless what you say coming where you stay you run to a new state
Give me my space boy don't you make me fix your screw face
Knowing that you fake wont bust 2 grapes
Regardless what you say coming where you stay you run to a new state

Yea its mr 40 yard dasher I run this shit
Hope you got a strong passer the 40 a do it
But the K a move em faster tearing down walls like the katrina disaster
The porsche moves stiff but the lambo flys past ya
See me now you don't I call it coop magic
Murder in the hood shits getting to drastic
Break a nigga down new pound no plastic
Set shot flow from the ark its automatic
Coach k no-no W.a.s.t.e squad blue devils
Settle for the rock then I keep the heavy metal
Niggas don't play they part some niggas think they special
Do what you want dog naw just do what I let you
Or feel the hundred round tommy gun f*cking special
Follow the suit when you lace up these boots
W.a.s.t.e squad we the army salute

I Run this Shit
I Run this Shit
I Run This Shit
I Run this Shit
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I Run this Shit
I Run this Shit
I Run This Shit
I Run this Shit

If you know me nigga then you know me from how I rap
Go and do your hate baby I get alot of that
And Im probably getting fat cause I carry alot of stacks
Trust me just cause I rap I ain't forget how to clap
Faking I take it back anywhere on the map
Take off his thinking cap desert a break his back
Vacant and laying flat why he do all that
Just to let niggas know the reason im saying that
I run this shit

I Run this Shit
I Run this Shit
I Run This Shit
I Run this Shit

Give me my space boy don't you make me fix your screw face
Knowing that you fake wont bust 2 grapes
Regardless what you say coming where you stay you run to a new state
Give me my space boy don't you make me fix your screw face
Knowing that you fake wont bust 2 grapes
Regardless what you say coming where you stay you run to a new state

Put my all in it what is yall kidding
Try to tell dog its nothing personal all business
Do my thang and now you notice the star in me
Flow like a black hole and rappers a fall in it
T.k. push play they wont stop calling in ya city we fall in
Bet I go all in hotter than a sweater same weather new orleans
You ain't getting cheddar little lover thats all $10's
Talking on my phone like why didn't I call him
Tell me whats wrong slim we spose to be grown men
So let me move on then flip this rap bra
Get my own ins go head on then

I Run this Shit
I Run this Shit
I Run This Shit
I Run this Shit

Give me my space boy don't you make me fix your screw face
Knowing that you fake wont bust 2 grapes
Regardless what you say coming where you stay you run to a new state
Give me my space boy don't you make me fix your screw face
Knowing that you fake wont bust 2 grapes
Regardless what you say coming where you stay you run to a new state

Yea its mr 40 yard dasher I run this shit
Hope you got a strong passer the 40 a do it
But the K a move em faster tearing down walls like the katrina disaster
The porsche moves stiff but the lambo flys past ya
See me now you don't I call it coop magic
Murder in the hood shits getting to drastic
Break a nigga down new pound no plastic
Set shot flow from the ark its automatic
Coach k no-no W.a.s.t.e squad blue devils
Settle for the rock then I keep the heavy metal
Niggas don't play they part some niggas think they special
Do what you want dog naw just do what I let you
Or feel the hundred round tommy gun f*cking special
Follow the suit when you lace up these boots
W.a.s.t.e squad we the army salute

I Run this Shit
I Run this Shit
I Run This Shit
I Run this Shit
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: BRANDON SPRIGGS, NORRIS A JENKINS, TIM KOSTER
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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