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WHO RUN iT Video (MV)




Performed By: Domo
Length: 2:17
Written by: Dominique Black
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Domo - WHO RUN iT Lyrics




I'm rollin up OG
I'm rollin up some prezzy
I weigh 185, but bitch believe I'm heavy
This bitch fit in my pocket, but best believe its deadly
I can't be telling these hoes my business, they so got damn messy
My trap jumpin like it hit pot holes
Get them lows for the low low
You keep asking questions, you a fed or sumn?
I got no love for the po po's
Got no love for a thot hoe
Smoke big dope in a fronto
Blunt look like a soft shell taco
Need my cash like pronto
A n**** tryna stack chips, get cheese, with no beef
Like a cheap ass plate of nachos
Pop bottles like we just won a chip or sumn
Fireworks like the fourth of July or sumn
Poppin pills like a n**** feel ill or sumn
Dick shock a bitch like it was a eel or sumn
N***** talk shit like we got fear or sumn
Boy you really think you scaring us?
My products is the purest
Bitch I don't need no insurance
Damn, she keep doing them tricks one after another
That bitch got endurance
I might go buy my mama some shit, and then I might fly out to Europe
My clothes they came straight from Europe, this bitch I'm with came straight from Europe
Call me Nike, I just do it
Go get them checks and run through em
F*ckin these hoes run through em
She popped a X, turned mutant
Them pills hittin hard, Hadouken
Cartier frames and they wooden
Bitch I know just what I'm doing
Bout the money I aint playing, I'm serious
My n***** got guns like terrorists
You n***** is trash and arrogant
I don't know how you take yourself serious
I see your bitch watching, she curious
I think she wan f*ck, she a hoe or sumn?
Pillsbury, that boy getting dough or sumn
Living life like a movie, or show, or sumn
Got this shit in control, remote or sumn
Hate got me gassed up, Toyota or sumn
N***** got they hands out, like you owe em or sumn
Lame ass n***** must be joking or sumn
Boy you n***** hilarious
Yo main bitch a side, asparagus
And yeah, I'm the shit, I'm aware of it
But I f*cked the girl so good, we started going together without my awareness
Then I told her I need something different
I don't got no time to layup
I don't like my bitches with makeup
I'm the big boss, I got say so
They'll wipe you down if I say so
Shout out Lil Baby and Geno
Who run it
Domo
Neighbors
Bitch
Shout out 3-6
Yeah
Shout out the whole Tennessee man
Shout out G-Herbo
Yeah
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I'm rollin up OG
I'm rollin up some prezzy
I weigh 185, but bitch believe I'm heavy
This bitch fit in my pocket, but best believe its deadly
I can't be telling these hoes my business, they so got damn messy
My trap jumpin like it hit pot holes
Get them lows for the low low
You keep asking questions, you a fed or sumn?
I got no love for the po po's
Got no love for a thot hoe
Smoke big dope in a fronto
Blunt look like a soft shell taco
Need my cash like pronto
A n**** tryna stack chips, get cheese, with no beef
Like a cheap ass plate of nachos
Pop bottles like we just won a chip or sumn
Fireworks like the fourth of July or sumn
Poppin pills like a n**** feel ill or sumn
Dick shock a bitch like it was a eel or sumn
N***** talk shit like we got fear or sumn
Boy you really think you scaring us?
My products is the purest
Bitch I don't need no insurance
Damn, she keep doing them tricks one after another
That bitch got endurance
I might go buy my mama some shit, and then I might fly out to Europe
My clothes they came straight from Europe, this bitch I'm with came straight from Europe
Call me Nike, I just do it
Go get them checks and run through em
F*ckin these hoes run through em
She popped a X, turned mutant
Them pills hittin hard, Hadouken
Cartier frames and they wooden
Bitch I know just what I'm doing
Bout the money I aint playing, I'm serious
My n***** got guns like terrorists
You n***** is trash and arrogant
I don't know how you take yourself serious
I see your bitch watching, she curious
I think she wan f*ck, she a hoe or sumn?
Pillsbury, that boy getting dough or sumn
Living life like a movie, or show, or sumn
Got this shit in control, remote or sumn
Hate got me gassed up, Toyota or sumn
N***** got they hands out, like you owe em or sumn
Lame ass n***** must be joking or sumn
Boy you n***** hilarious
Yo main bitch a side, asparagus
And yeah, I'm the shit, I'm aware of it
But I f*cked the girl so good, we started going together without my awareness
Then I told her I need something different
I don't got no time to layup
I don't like my bitches with makeup
I'm the big boss, I got say so
They'll wipe you down if I say so
Shout out Lil Baby and Geno
Who run it
Domo
Neighbors
Bitch
Shout out 3-6
Yeah
Shout out the whole Tennessee man
Shout out G-Herbo
Yeah
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Writer: Dominique Black
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