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Cartier Fuego - RUN! (feat. Nemo Joe) Lyrics
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F 6 Rats Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Smell like a check dog; realest to exist
You a bitch, influence
Try to lend a lil' drip to my kids; You a nuisance dog
Stealing like Nemo Joe one of a kind
Making this shit I'm one of one
Jesus Christ, that boy my son
Gimme the Glock, lets have some fun
Up the Blicks blow
Stealing the style, that boy my son
He fit the bill blow
Baby boy I play for keeps, outfits cost a brick
Nightingale printed on these jeans, but I don't cost no fits; huh
Type of swag to make ya momma come suck some dick; ugh
Dick riding man that boy don't make no sense
Lemme get a bag and shop and probably pay ya mom rent; huh
Baby I flex, I'm too busy setting trend
Making ends with my brothers not no friends that's pretend
Y'all niggas lame, y'all niggas gay in love with men
On the gang I don't play, kill that boy any expense and by the way
A f*ck nigga might just die today
You wanna go get a bag? lil' nigga come talk to me
They be mad cause I swag, this that sauce my g
I don't gotta cap Nd floss, I gloss
You walk in the path I sauced
I'm allergic to fakes and loss
Flex like a boss then you pay the cost
Move! I done switched the lanes, you lames cant f*ck with the man; I
Groove! I done seen shit change, seen rich niggas beg for change like ooh
That's what happen when you take a loss
All them struggles to become a boss
Earn them stripes now you reaping the cost
I'm an addict in an attic, I'm smoking on Jattic
Two tone Patek on my wrist, yo' bitch average
You niggas want static I'm big cashing, hit the dash on the haters
Bust down my chain new flavors
You claim you the best but I'm greater
Told the boy stack the ends get ya weight up
I am not livid, I'm living up
Niggas be quitting cause they is not sick enough
I'm tryna get the bucks
No tough talk, the tigers is running up
I cannot walk with a rat, a snake; whatever you call it I don't f*ck with fakes
I gotta get to a plate, stack it up and get the cake; We Just
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
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F 6 Rats Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Smell like a check dog; realest to exist
You a bitch, influence
Try to lend a lil' drip to my kids; You a nuisance dog
Stealing like Nemo Joe one of a kind
Making this shit I'm one of one
Jesus Christ, that boy my son
Gimme the Glock, lets have some fun
Up the Blicks blow
Stealing the style, that boy my son
He fit the bill blow
Baby boy I play for keeps, outfits cost a brick
Nightingale printed on these jeans, but I don't cost no fits; huh
Type of swag to make ya momma come suck some dick; ugh
Dick riding man that boy don't make no sense
Lemme get a bag and shop and probably pay ya mom rent; huh
Baby I flex, I'm too busy setting trend
Making ends with my brothers not no friends that's pretend
Y'all niggas lame, y'all niggas gay in love with men
On the gang I don't play, kill that boy any expense and by the way
A f*ck nigga might just die today
You wanna go get a bag? lil' nigga come talk to me
They be mad cause I swag, this that sauce my g
I don't gotta cap Nd floss, I gloss
You walk in the path I sauced
I'm allergic to fakes and loss
Flex like a boss then you pay the cost
Move! I done switched the lanes, you lames cant f*ck with the man; I
Groove! I done seen shit change, seen rich niggas beg for change like ooh
That's what happen when you take a loss
All them struggles to become a boss
Earn them stripes now you reaping the cost
I'm an addict in an attic, I'm smoking on Jattic
Two tone Patek on my wrist, yo' bitch average
You niggas want static I'm big cashing, hit the dash on the haters
Bust down my chain new flavors
You claim you the best but I'm greater
Told the boy stack the ends get ya weight up
I am not livid, I'm living up
Niggas be quitting cause they is not sick enough
I'm tryna get the bucks
No tough talk, the tigers is running up
I cannot walk with a rat, a snake; whatever you call it I don't f*ck with fakes
I gotta get to a plate, stack it up and get the cake; We Just
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
Run Run; Run Run Run Run
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Writer: Graeme Clark, Marti Pellow, Neil Mitchell, Thomas Cunningham
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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