Playboi Carti, Yung asy - RUN IT UP ! lyrics
Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S.
[Playboi Carti, Yung asy - RUN IT UP ! lyrics]
Ooh, what, what? Big boss, Rick Ross
I’m fucking that bitch on the big loft
Told the bitch, catastrophic failure
How the fuck ain’t I fall off?
Oh, put that lean on her jaw
Told that bitch she a dog
Pull up in a brand new car
Get on your knees and suck my cock
Me and Carti spitting laws over here
Sitting out here breaking jaws on a chair
Call me 007 the way I throw rocks
We don't give fuck about dude!
Yeah, breaking the daw yeah, chasing a dog
Move like a hog
That shit made no sense, oh well, fuck it
I'm on the phone with plug
All of these hoes they dumb
All of these niggas they dumb
We shootin' the shit in thе club
Trickin' your bitch
Throwin' some cash I'm throwin'
Trickin' your bitch
Puttin' my dick in her tongue
Fuckin' your bitch
Foolin' that bitch and shе doin'
All of this kush in my lung
Rockin' that Louis Vuitton
Put my light dreads in a bun
Callin' my plug, I need tons
Fuckin' that bitch for fun
I do this shit for fun
All in the show, know I'm rockin' the show
All of these niggas they lookin' like hoes
Call up the pole 'cause you a lil' ho
Fuckin' your bitch, I kick her out the door
Yeah, hit a lil' bitch with the stick
Hit a lil' bitch with the bag
I don't give a fuck about the bag
I just go lean on the track
Big boss, Rick Ross i just made bond
I shoot like Bond 007 on y'all
Fucked up that bitch fucked up her shit
Fucked up the RAF fucked up the trap
Add it up, add it up (Add it up)
Count it up, count it up, count it up
I need 19 then I run it up
I do not do it, I run it up
Shootin' my shit in the club
Shootin' that shit in the club
Shootin' that shit in the club
Fuckin' the bitch in the club
Fucking it up in the club eat an italian sub
Ima take a win, yeah a dub 007 ain’t enough
Fuckin' that bitch in the club
Pull up with a stick hit 'em with a lick
Giving them hell push 'em in a well
Wish them fair well all is swell
Shoutout my boy play with a toy
Play with a mac not a big mac
Oh my god that shit was fire
That's why I'm the
Big boss, Rick Ross
I’m fucking that bitch on the big loft
Told the bitch, catastrophic failure
How the fuck ain’t I fall off?
Oh, put that lean on her jaw
Told that bitch she a dog
Pull up in a brand new car
Get on your knees and suck my cock
Me and Carti spitting laws over here
Sitting out here breaking jaws on a chair
Call me 007 the way I throw rocks
We don't give fuck about dude!
Big boss, Rick Ross i just made bond
I shoot like Bond 007 on y'all
Fucked up that bitch fucked up her shit
Fucked up the RAF fucked up the trap
Add it up, add it up (Add it up)
Count it up, count it up, count it up
I need 19 then I run it up
I do not do it, I run it up
Shootin' my shit in the club
Shootin' that shit in the club
Shootin' that shit in the club
Fuckin' the bitch in the club
I’m fucking that bitch on the big loft
Told the bitch, catastrophic failure
How the fuck ain’t I fall off?
Oh, put that lean on her jaw
Told that bitch she a dog
Pull up in a brand new car
Get on your knees and suck my cock
Me and Carti spitting laws over here
Sitting out here breaking jaws on a chair
Call me 007 the way I throw rocks
We don't give fuck about dude!
Yeah, breaking the daw yeah, chasing a dog
Move like a hog
That shit made no sense, oh well, fuck it
I'm on the phone with plug
All of these hoes they dumb
All of these niggas they dumb
We shootin' the shit in thе club
Trickin' your bitch
Throwin' some cash I'm throwin'
Trickin' your bitch
Puttin' my dick in her tongue
Fuckin' your bitch
Foolin' that bitch and shе doin'
All of this kush in my lung
Rockin' that Louis Vuitton
Put my light dreads in a bun
Callin' my plug, I need tons
Fuckin' that bitch for fun
I do this shit for fun
All in the show, know I'm rockin' the show
All of these niggas they lookin' like hoes
Call up the pole 'cause you a lil' ho
Fuckin' your bitch, I kick her out the door
Yeah, hit a lil' bitch with the stick
Hit a lil' bitch with the bag
I don't give a fuck about the bag
I just go lean on the track
Big boss, Rick Ross i just made bond
I shoot like Bond 007 on y'all
Fucked up that bitch fucked up her shit
Fucked up the RAF fucked up the trap
Add it up, add it up (Add it up)
Count it up, count it up, count it up
I need 19 then I run it up
I do not do it, I run it up
Shootin' my shit in the club
Shootin' that shit in the club
Shootin' that shit in the club
Fuckin' the bitch in the club
Fucking it up in the club eat an italian sub
Ima take a win, yeah a dub 007 ain’t enough
Fuckin' that bitch in the club
Pull up with a stick hit 'em with a lick
Giving them hell push 'em in a well
Wish them fair well all is swell
Shoutout my boy play with a toy
Play with a mac not a big mac
Oh my god that shit was fire
That's why I'm the
Big boss, Rick Ross
I’m fucking that bitch on the big loft
Told the bitch, catastrophic failure
How the fuck ain’t I fall off?
Oh, put that lean on her jaw
Told that bitch she a dog
Pull up in a brand new car
Get on your knees and suck my cock
Me and Carti spitting laws over here
Sitting out here breaking jaws on a chair
Call me 007 the way I throw rocks
We don't give fuck about dude!
Big boss, Rick Ross i just made bond
I shoot like Bond 007 on y'all
Fucked up that bitch fucked up her shit
Fucked up the RAF fucked up the trap
Add it up, add it up (Add it up)
Count it up, count it up, count it up
I need 19 then I run it up
I do not do it, I run it up
Shootin' my shit in the club
Shootin' that shit in the club
Shootin' that shit in the club
Fuckin' the bitch in the club
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