Jack Robins - Run Lyrics

Why you want your man on your bad side
Thought you want the kid in the limelight
I ain't trying to kid I know I'm right
I been making hits since Jack died
I been getting hit in the headlights
I been wore that whole fit last night
F*cking with the kid means you might
F*cking with the kid means you might
Run up a check
Run up a run up a run up a check
May I please ask you to ring up the rest
I'm trying to run up a
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Aye
Say cheese
Let me smile for you
Happy birthday to me
Yeah it's ice blue
Man that shit too clean
Yeah it's nice boo
You my ice cream
Let me scoop you
Twenty twenty for a bitch
Got a nice new wrist
Got an iced out clique
Mister nice don't miss
Mister ice on my wrist
She with who oh shit
Let me ice that bitch
Make it twice that's it
I got wings on my bling bitch I'm too nice
She been looking for a king what's her asking price
Smoking money got me high that's a new vice
All these hunnies in despair might just roll the dice
After I
Run
Run up a check
Run up a run up a run up a check
May I please ask you to ring up the rest
I'm trying to run up a
Check
Check
Check
Check
Check
Give it to me
Give it to me bitch
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Run up a
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