Run it
Run it for a grand
Run it for hundred
Running with my fam
I only run it with my cousin
My ex bitch lil sis a fan of me and prolly fantasize about me in her sheets
I'm the realest mo-f*cka that you've ever layed eyes on
Living definition of an icon
Bad bitches in the center at six
Send em off to Brodie then I'm checking my list
Santa Clause way the present the bitch
Hundred grand times ten that's the figure I get
So I ain't trying to f*ck but I could f*ck with your friend
Uh
Weezuh and I bouta be up on some bonnie and clyde
We about it
We gon murder everybody alive
She a bad lil playboy bunny and I
Wanna f*ck until the sheets turn redder than
My Auntie Donna's apple pie
Okay now everybody murder the whites
All these old mo-f*ckas tryna murder my rights
I was born over blood in a pipe
Out the womb I had blood in my eyes
F*ck the linens and ice
I needed advice
On fighting a vice
Cause as of late I doubt I'm doing it right
Mo-f*cka told me I should prolly read
Aloud Deuteronomy 9
Yuh
Half dead goat on the pavement
Faceless
Wear his grey skin when I'm alone in the basement
I ain't crazy bitch
Gave birth had a daughter
Named her Haley bitch
I'm the brown Slim Shady shit
I'm like Kobe with a ball on the beat
Lebron with the way that I teach
I done left a bad bitch on ice for a week
For hitting my line and trying tell me how to my beat my meat
F*ck you
Your sex put me to sleep
I ain't beefing with birds
So if I tweet about a hoe
Then I ain't speaking to her
So while you bark
I'm deleting the earth
Smoking this herb
Getting high cause I'm tired of work
When I blow up Ima buy her purse
And my momma a house
Then Ima go and buy Bobby a blouse
Lemme pick the color out
Color of the bitch that my bitch gon f*ck
I'm order lil shorty over my lunch
Eat for her brunch
Then Ima toss her to my baby to munch
Yuh
Hella yellow in my bank from my cash flow
F*ck a cash cow
I was beating up the kitty in the backseat
Lil momma had this dick on her chest
She swear to God that I dick her the best
While I was praying all her demons to rest
That's why I f*ck her when she feeling depressed
LoFi Bobby - Weezuh & I Lyrics
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Run it
Run it for a grand
Run it for hundred
Running with my fam
I only run it with my cousin
My ex bitch lil sis a fan of me and prolly fantasize about me in her sheets
I'm the realest mo-f*cka that you've ever layed eyes on
Living definition of an icon
Bad bitches in the center at six
Send em off to Brodie then I'm checking my list
Santa Clause way the present the bitch
Hundred grand times ten that's the figure I get
So I ain't trying to f*ck but I could f*ck with your friend
Uh
Weezuh and I bouta be up on some bonnie and clyde
We about it
We gon murder everybody alive
She a bad lil playboy bunny and I
Wanna f*ck until the sheets turn redder than
My Auntie Donna's apple pie
Okay now everybody murder the whites
All these old mo-f*ckas tryna murder my rights
I was born over blood in a pipe
Out the womb I had blood in my eyes
F*ck the linens and ice
I needed advice
On fighting a vice
Cause as of late I doubt I'm doing it right
Mo-f*cka told me I should prolly read
Aloud Deuteronomy 9
Yuh
Half dead goat on the pavement
Faceless
Wear his grey skin when I'm alone in the basement
I ain't crazy bitch
Gave birth had a daughter
Named her Haley bitch
I'm the brown Slim Shady shit
I'm like Kobe with a ball on the beat
Lebron with the way that I teach
I done left a bad bitch on ice for a week
For hitting my line and trying tell me how to my beat my meat
F*ck you
Your sex put me to sleep
I ain't beefing with birds
So if I tweet about a hoe
Then I ain't speaking to her
So while you bark
I'm deleting the earth
Smoking this herb
Getting high cause I'm tired of work
When I blow up Ima buy her purse
And my momma a house
Then Ima go and buy Bobby a blouse
Lemme pick the color out
Color of the bitch that my bitch gon f*ck
I'm order lil shorty over my lunch
Eat for her brunch
Then Ima toss her to my baby to munch
Yuh
Hella yellow in my bank from my cash flow
F*ck a cash cow
I was beating up the kitty in the backseat
Lil momma had this dick on her chest
She swear to God that I dick her the best
While I was praying all her demons to rest
That's why I f*ck her when she feeling depressed
Run it for a grand
Run it for hundred
Running with my fam
I only run it with my cousin
My ex bitch lil sis a fan of me and prolly fantasize about me in her sheets
I'm the realest mo-f*cka that you've ever layed eyes on
Living definition of an icon
Bad bitches in the center at six
Send em off to Brodie then I'm checking my list
Santa Clause way the present the bitch
Hundred grand times ten that's the figure I get
So I ain't trying to f*ck but I could f*ck with your friend
Uh
Weezuh and I bouta be up on some bonnie and clyde
We about it
We gon murder everybody alive
She a bad lil playboy bunny and I
Wanna f*ck until the sheets turn redder than
My Auntie Donna's apple pie
Okay now everybody murder the whites
All these old mo-f*ckas tryna murder my rights
I was born over blood in a pipe
Out the womb I had blood in my eyes
F*ck the linens and ice
I needed advice
On fighting a vice
Cause as of late I doubt I'm doing it right
Mo-f*cka told me I should prolly read
Aloud Deuteronomy 9
Yuh
Half dead goat on the pavement
Faceless
Wear his grey skin when I'm alone in the basement
I ain't crazy bitch
Gave birth had a daughter
Named her Haley bitch
I'm the brown Slim Shady shit
I'm like Kobe with a ball on the beat
Lebron with the way that I teach
I done left a bad bitch on ice for a week
For hitting my line and trying tell me how to my beat my meat
F*ck you
Your sex put me to sleep
I ain't beefing with birds
So if I tweet about a hoe
Then I ain't speaking to her
So while you bark
I'm deleting the earth
Smoking this herb
Getting high cause I'm tired of work
When I blow up Ima buy her purse
And my momma a house
Then Ima go and buy Bobby a blouse
Lemme pick the color out
Color of the bitch that my bitch gon f*ck
I'm order lil shorty over my lunch
Eat for her brunch
Then Ima toss her to my baby to munch
Yuh
Hella yellow in my bank from my cash flow
F*ck a cash cow
I was beating up the kitty in the backseat
Lil momma had this dick on her chest
She swear to God that I dick her the best
While I was praying all her demons to rest
That's why I f*ck her when she feeling depressed
Writer: Bobby Montana
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