Last-Dude - Run (MASHUP) lyrics

She want a star (Woo)
She wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes, I got bitches galore
She wanna grip that, lick that
Ask where the stick at
Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
Ayy, bah bah ba-bum (Bum)
Here come that boy with the drum
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run
If he want the smoke, knock
The beef out his bun, ayy
I go dumb, dumb, dumb
Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped
Fuck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Ayy, ayy)

Cutthroat, love it when thеy run, ho
Knife on the AK, stab 'em with a gun, ho
Hoppin' in that mosh pit
I was tryna ragе shit
It's a different day, it's like
Niggas on the same shit, i hate it
Rich like a white bitch, I should go blonde
Bitch i put my dick up in your mom, bitch
You ain't on shit dot-com, bitch
Desert Eagle, take his head off
Make it fly like a comet
Glizzy crank your ass like
Soulja Boy, screamin', "Yah, bitch"

Okay, I'm turnt
At the party, fuck 'round, pussy boy
And you get burnt
Actin' up, you actin' buff, you fuck 'round
You get murked
These niggas bitches, mm, I get it
Sauce, bitch, I'm with it, uh, I get it
Shots at your fitted, mm, I did it
Yuh, I did it, yuh, I did it
Niggas askin' where I get my drip at
Told a nigga throw a
Backpack, nigga, back back, hmm
Asking for the money, where your racks at?
If you ain't my brother, told
A fuck nigga "Hush that", uh
Cartier, Cartier, throwing shade, uh
Asian bitch really like to crochet, uh
And my wrist never like throwing shade, uh
Came to the crib off of Kool-Aid, ayy

She want a star (Woo)
She wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes, I got bitches galore
She wanna grip that, lick that
Ask where the stick at
Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
Ayy, bah bah ba-bum (Bum)
Here come that boy with the drum
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run
If he want the smoke, knock
The beef out his bun, ayy
I go dumb, dumb, dumb
Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped
Fuck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Yup, yup)

I got surveillance on satellite of
Your bitch plans tonight
For me, she ride tonight, um
I am the bright of the darker times
Just like her bedroom, man, I
Am her night light of, um
No bands, if I'm Superman
Then that's kryptonite, um
Goin' in like a dimple or like a cellulite
Um see you a fan but you kinda bitin'
You termite and now I'm heatin' up, feelin'
Throwed like a thermite, uh
Niggas be still like birth
I can recognize that you pie
But you lies with the worst
I could put his face on a shirt
Got him breakdancin' 'cause I'm
With a little Uzi, no Vert
Like where the children be
Gotta be kiddin' me
Damage 'em, I think they sick of my tyranny
Goku spirit bomb this whole damn vicinity
Treat 'em like a moon mission
Land on 'em literally

44 barkin'
(Ayy, huh) , louder than a church choir (Huh)
I do a drill in a suit
(Huh) , then I change my attire (Look)
She throw her ass back, in a quick sec'
Change her clothes and then make a Snapchat
Then she gon' talk about it on her Facebook
I'm like, "Baby, I thought we was past that"

She want a star (Woo)
She wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes, I got bitches galore
She wanna grip that, lick that
Ask where the stick at
Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
Ayy, bah bah ba-bum (Bum)
Here come that boy with the drum
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run
If he want the smoke, knock
The beef out his bun, ayy
I go dumb, dumb, dumb
Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped
Fuck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Pop, pop, pop)