Runnin – 21 Savage

Letra da música Runnin. Acesse as músicas mais tocadas e lançamentos de 21 Savage.

Am I really hard to please?
Perhaps I have such special needs
I wondered what was wrong with me
My friends all fall so easily

Called the first one Savage Mode, my mood, that’s what it was
2016, we was ridin’ around, beatin’ niggas up in the club
I know she around for the money, but act like she loyal, I don’t feel the love
I’m so rich, get bored, might wake up, buy me a car just ’cause
Her titties is hard ’cause she spent a five, my bitch titties cost me a dub
All my bitches got BBLs, all my bitches got butts
I ain’t with thе rap beef, Draco pedophile, all of my opps get touchеd
We ain’t never ran off on no bar, but we still be hoppin’ out a Cut

Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, I leave all my cars
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, all my opps be
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, wipe his nose, it was
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, Savage never did no

That closet for your wife , that hookah for your wife
I’m Slaughter Gang, pussy, you know I brought my knife
He was talkin’ gangster , we caught him at a light
I let my young nigga do it, it was free, he wanted a stripe
Havin’ my way with the cheese, I’m in the den with the thieves
I know that she ratchet, I could tell by the way that she wearin’ her weave
Smokin’ on zaza, this shit came out the garden with Adam and Eve
Chopper go fow-fow, shoot up your pow-wow, niggas tryna make y’all bleed
Got out of line, spanked that baby, we had to rock him to sleep
All that pillow talk, I’ma have to send The Boogeyman to come get you
Chain hang low like a yo-yo, your bitch ridin’ dick like pogo

Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, I leave all my cars
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, all my opps be
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, wipe his nose, it was
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, Savage never did no

I bought a Hollywood bitch, the club crucial
I was at the Met Gala with my shooter
Slaughter Gang, Gang, we don’t do recruitin’
Say you ready to catch a body, gotta prove it
Gotta prove that shit, nigga
Shit ain’t no motherfuckin’ game, nigga
Get your bitch ass whacked, nigga
Big facts, big 4L, nigga
Big Zone 6, nigga
We run the motherfuckin’ city, nigga
Y’all niggas know what the fuck goin’ on, nigga
Body for body, nigga, money for money, nigga
We skunkin’ everybody
Fuck your crew, nigga, we’ll kill your crew
Pussy, pussy, pussy

Are things better or worse the second time around?
Can we really do anything more than once?

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