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I RAN Video (MV)




Performed By: KhrisTakEm
Language: English
Length: 1:54
Written by: Christopher Martin Jr.




KhrisTakEm - I RAN Lyrics
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Hold on, give me a minute
Give me a minute real quick, man
Hold on, turn me up real quick
F*cking, insane
Ha
Yeah, whoa, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, I ran up them bands
Bitch, I ran
Uh'
Then I ran
Yah'
Then I ran
Woah'
Then I ran
Bitch, I pop a Xan
She suckin dick with no hand's
I'm the general of the camp
Your hoe is my biggest fan
Yeah
They like, Chris why you smokin that weed,
Bitch, I do what I want
But you won't catch me smoking that blunt
Like Yeat bitch, I'm counting that money for fun
Bitch, I got niggas talking shit
Bitch, I got ice on my wrist
I got a crazy bitch, she slit her wrist
I told that bitch to rest in piss
Bitch, I got rips on my jeans
I'm sippin that wockie, they call me a fiend
Bitch, I'm stacking them racks, I gotta get cash
Little nigga, I'm on your motherf*cking ass
Just like a shooter, I give him a task
I went and got me a heater
I'm kicking his bitch like it's FIFA
Im Chuckin the ball like Serena
I Run it up, Run it up fast
I went and got me a Mag
In the back of the club, she shaking that ass
I carry that boy in the bag
I pin point that nigga, I put him on the map
Yeah
Whoa
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Whoa
Bitch, I ran up them bands
Bitch, I ran
Uh'
Then I ran
Yah'
Then I ran
Woah'
Then I ran
Bitch, I pop a Xan
She sucking dick with no hands
I'm the general of the camp
Your hoe is my biggest fan
What
What
What
What
What
Yeah
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Hold on, give me a minute
Give me a minute real quick, man
Hold on, turn me up real quick
F*cking, insane
Ha
Yeah, whoa, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, I ran up them bands
Bitch, I ran
Uh'
Then I ran
Yah'
Then I ran
Woah'
Then I ran
Bitch, I pop a Xan
She suckin dick with no hand's
I'm the general of the camp
Your hoe is my biggest fan
Yeah
They like, Chris why you smokin that weed,
Bitch, I do what I want
But you won't catch me smoking that blunt
Like Yeat bitch, I'm counting that money for fun
Bitch, I got niggas talking shit
Bitch, I got ice on my wrist
I got a crazy bitch, she slit her wrist
I told that bitch to rest in piss
Bitch, I got rips on my jeans
I'm sippin that wockie, they call me a fiend
Bitch, I'm stacking them racks, I gotta get cash
Little nigga, I'm on your motherf*cking ass
Just like a shooter, I give him a task
I went and got me a heater
I'm kicking his bitch like it's FIFA
Im Chuckin the ball like Serena
I Run it up, Run it up fast
I went and got me a Mag
In the back of the club, she shaking that ass
I carry that boy in the bag
I pin point that nigga, I put him on the map
Yeah
Whoa
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Whoa
Bitch, I ran up them bands
Bitch, I ran
Uh'
Then I ran
Yah'
Then I ran
Woah'
Then I ran
Bitch, I pop a Xan
She sucking dick with no hands
I'm the general of the camp
Your hoe is my biggest fan
What
What
What
What
What
Yeah
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Writer: Christopher Martin Jr.
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