Royce da 5'9", Kelis, Pharrell Williams, La Femme Nakita - Make This Run lyrics
Pharrell Williams [Pharrell Lanscilo Williams] Virginia Beach, Virginia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Royce da 5'9", Kelis, Pharrell Williams, La Femme Nakita - Make This Run lyrics]
If you love my niggas
I'm saying but, if you only love my niggas
We can make this run, for my niggas
And if you die, hope you'll fly high
(Don't worry baby
I'll make this money for you)
Make me an offer I can't refuse
Pistol is wild pretty face, no mask
Undeniably fit for the job
Bitch wit a heart, ready to thump
Money is king
Wit my lap on the throne strokin' a cat
Runnin' a scheme
My niggas get high off the reefer
And quick to heat ya
If ya feel ya cold-blooded
I got something to heat ya
It's called a hollow tip, dum, dum
Follow clip and numb some
If you don't know the language
Then don't speak the gun dun
Eyes like black chips of glass
Little wit an unholy light
Ya chances of survival
Like a roll of these dice
Execution style, ski mask, no smile
Throw the ace, in the hidden safe
Up under the towel
We definitely blow, stick wit me
Know ya limitations speak when spoke up
Stay away from the rest of these hoes
You ready to kill
(No doubt) these niggas is jerks
Broke niggas wit cheap guns
And triggers that work
If ya pops share my, cli-ker
Carry street sweepers and hit ya more times
Than the worthless bitch, on ya beeper
Revenge is that bitch
And she won't come lesser than
So if ya hit me, God'll get me
And give me breath again, bitch
Get it right
Niggas wanna see me lying hurt
Wanna stain my Hawaiian shirt
Cause I put it out, they supplying dirt
Two German Black bitches
Begging y'all to try and flirt
Rude and twins
And all they rock is iron skirts
My bitches got mo's of alley cats
Armed wit steel bats
And mo's is stealing stacks, double back
And tally that
When shit go down, don't expect me to run
Never forget dun, two guns
Is better than one
This money is golden, low and behold
Blowing holes through what I'm standing in
Front of you holding, niggas know
Trench coats in Detroit summers
You gotta mean nigga
Wit long guns, you gon' run nigga, run
If I die nigga
Slit my back so my wings can come out
And fly nigga, sky high nigga, age is my gun
If I keep fuckin' her, I might die wit her
If you shoot me and my wings come out
Then that's a fly stitcher
Stay on ya toes, I got diamonds to watch
Frukit niggas
I took it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box
Dog, let me catch a nigga eyeing my watch
What I'm firing's hot, just aim
And rely on the dot
Fifty karat link-link, mad cause ya lead kink
Me and my bitch is frozen
Regardless to her pink mink
Freeze ya eyeballs
You don't want a part of that
Cardiovascular, VVS heart attack
Would you blast for me
Put up the cash for me
Out in the world dodging bullets
Become a casualty
For ten bricks shit, twenty-four furs
And ten whips i flip and sends shit
Through bitches appen-dix
For my beach fifty grand
I'm laughing at that advance
I spent that at Dolce, on shirts, shades
And leather pants million dollar deals
Lord I'm scared my life's changing
Cupid's cousin, money keeping shooting
Wit nice aimin'
It's no sane, this drug game, flourished
Niggas transform and hide into courage
But they blows be malnourished
Let's see who get the furbus
Bag annoys ass nigga extra, like you surplus
Huh, I come dirt, anyone under one-thirty
Ya slapped
Ain't even gun worthy, fuck yo niggas
I'm the king of this shit, thuggin
Let's get these moneys
And make niggas dearly beloved
(I love my niggas)
I'm saying but, if you only love my niggas
We can make this run, for my niggas
And if you die, hope you'll fly high
(Don't worry baby
I'll make this money for you)
Make me an offer I can't refuse
Pistol is wild pretty face, no mask
Undeniably fit for the job
Bitch wit a heart, ready to thump
Money is king
Wit my lap on the throne strokin' a cat
Runnin' a scheme
My niggas get high off the reefer
And quick to heat ya
If ya feel ya cold-blooded
I got something to heat ya
It's called a hollow tip, dum, dum
Follow clip and numb some
If you don't know the language
Then don't speak the gun dun
Eyes like black chips of glass
Little wit an unholy light
Ya chances of survival
Like a roll of these dice
Execution style, ski mask, no smile
Throw the ace, in the hidden safe
Up under the towel
We definitely blow, stick wit me
Know ya limitations speak when spoke up
Stay away from the rest of these hoes
You ready to kill
(No doubt) these niggas is jerks
Broke niggas wit cheap guns
And triggers that work
If ya pops share my, cli-ker
Carry street sweepers and hit ya more times
Than the worthless bitch, on ya beeper
Revenge is that bitch
And she won't come lesser than
So if ya hit me, God'll get me
And give me breath again, bitch
Get it right
Niggas wanna see me lying hurt
Wanna stain my Hawaiian shirt
Cause I put it out, they supplying dirt
Two German Black bitches
Begging y'all to try and flirt
Rude and twins
And all they rock is iron skirts
My bitches got mo's of alley cats
Armed wit steel bats
And mo's is stealing stacks, double back
And tally that
When shit go down, don't expect me to run
Never forget dun, two guns
Is better than one
This money is golden, low and behold
Blowing holes through what I'm standing in
Front of you holding, niggas know
Trench coats in Detroit summers
You gotta mean nigga
Wit long guns, you gon' run nigga, run
If I die nigga
Slit my back so my wings can come out
And fly nigga, sky high nigga, age is my gun
If I keep fuckin' her, I might die wit her
If you shoot me and my wings come out
Then that's a fly stitcher
Stay on ya toes, I got diamonds to watch
Frukit niggas
I took it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box
Dog, let me catch a nigga eyeing my watch
What I'm firing's hot, just aim
And rely on the dot
Fifty karat link-link, mad cause ya lead kink
Me and my bitch is frozen
Regardless to her pink mink
Freeze ya eyeballs
You don't want a part of that
Cardiovascular, VVS heart attack
Would you blast for me
Put up the cash for me
Out in the world dodging bullets
Become a casualty
For ten bricks shit, twenty-four furs
And ten whips i flip and sends shit
Through bitches appen-dix
For my beach fifty grand
I'm laughing at that advance
I spent that at Dolce, on shirts, shades
And leather pants million dollar deals
Lord I'm scared my life's changing
Cupid's cousin, money keeping shooting
Wit nice aimin'
It's no sane, this drug game, flourished
Niggas transform and hide into courage
But they blows be malnourished
Let's see who get the furbus
Bag annoys ass nigga extra, like you surplus
Huh, I come dirt, anyone under one-thirty
Ya slapped
Ain't even gun worthy, fuck yo niggas
I'm the king of this shit, thuggin
Let's get these moneys
And make niggas dearly beloved
(I love my niggas)