Joey Bada$$, Action Bronson, Elle Varner - Run up on Ya (Bonus) lyrics

Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott [Brooklyn, New York. USA.]

[Joey Bada$$, Action Bronson, Elle Varner - Run up on Ya Bonus lyrics]

Yeah, run up on ya bitch like
Probably run up on ya bitch like

Lord, can I get a bad bitch?
High class whip, be above the average
Headed north west, that two seater Kardashian
Type to give me brain up
In the red light traffic
And keep ya head up, that 2Pac blasting
Face two sacks and then we
Back into this action no time to relax
I need someone to count this cash with
That match with, give me what I'm askin'
The lady in the streets
A pure beast on that mattress that's it
You're the only one I'm trying to mack with
But you could be a liability or fat ass-et
How real is that ass miss?
Bend that shit backwards hit one backwood
Crack the pussy like a password
Bet that pussy's last word is master
Ask her
Rode my rocket til I made that astronaut
That's NASA'S thought, be that young fly
Nasty one swallow the seeds, please, but you
Can't catch me slipping, hon

So let's just ride away we could die today
Got no time to waste
So just roll with me, baby ride or die
Always by your side until the end of time
Driving me crazy

First thing's first, I, Joey
Freaks all the honeys, mommies
The playboy bunnies
The hoes love me, get down before the money
Just know shit could get ugly
But whether it rain or sunny
Just never worry, chinchillas in February
Vanilla, that's when you ready
Check the itinerary whenever it's necessary
Keep my baby straight, peep my lady lace
The Margiela to Doneva
Fool less it's planned and
Everything is in control
So hit the gas and let's go
It's no sleep til Brooklyn
Another beastie boy
And she just can't stop looking
Ooh she like it raw
Real spitter and all and that's
The word of mouth and let her sit in the jaw
I'm so nasty, please just walk past me
So tempted to grab it, I gotta have it
We could be living lavish so tell me, girl
Right away we could hit the bank then
Escape to the hideaway
Is you riding, riding with me?
Is you riding?
Is you riding, riding with me?
Is you riding?

So let's just ride away we could die today
Got no time to waste
So just roll with me, baby ride or die
Always by your side until the end of time
Driving me crazy

Getting head in the whip and not crashing it
FILA Velour shorts set, half Arabic
I sit in dark room with candle lit
Tell little mama handle it
Or you could leave the sandals on
And pull your skirt up
I really remember reading Word Up
Tiger Beat, see me on the cover soon
Fold out posters
Hanging on your shorties wall
I still be fucking women half
My age when I'm 44
Young skin, a winning personality
Hard dick, million dollar salary
These cheating refs calling fouls on me
Break the fucking whistle off in his
Ass, now hit the road, jack
Hop off the bozack, the 44 clap
You'll need LoJack to find your ho back
Euros'll get down, you know that
Swimming trunks and throwback
Yeah, you know that ah

So let's just ride away we could die today
Got no time to waste
So just roll with me, baby ride or die
Always by your side until the end of time
Driving me crazy

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