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Tizz - Run Away Lyrics




Grah
Bow
Damn
Wait Wait Wait, Uh
Let it rock like
(Run away from what? Bae trynna run away from me)
(Grah)
Grah
(Bow Bow Bow Bow)
Uh huh, Like what?
Damn
Bow

Bae trynna run away, from what?
Run away from me (Damn)
Her friends want me, ain't give a f*ck
'Cuz they the kind that's for the team (Facts)
But I could really say I love her
In that pussy, ain't using a rubber (Nah)
And she know, as a matter of fact
That I'm keeping her cumming, keep it undercover

She bringing like two of her friends, all tens...
I'm finna bang the trifectas (Damn)
Seeing the movement inside the jeans
Baby wearing them impressers (What?)
And I'm finna press her
Haters on me, I won't let up
Hop in the V, I hit 60 in seconds
Might... pass off the shoulder, don't test us

If a nigga try to test this
Now I got her back at my place
Saying, "Tizzy you really the best-est"
That's not a word, but I keep me a vest-est
Niggas be my age... no bitches no motion
Like nigga that's not too impressive
Flipping the bird while I'm flipping your best bitch
(Like) Let that there be a lesson

Like... I feel like a teacher (Damn)
We don't fight over bitches, we pass those
All my niggas is scoring like Fifa (Splash)
The ooter low, he a creeper
Call of Duty, I got a heat seeker (Grah)
I don't try with the bitches, I'm in them though
She gone wrestle the dick like a diva (Damn)
Your wifey like my wife beater (Damn)

And she call me Reese's...
When we f*cking I break her body down to pieces (Break it down)
Well, you know what I mean, but I swear that your bitch is playing you like PC (Games)
And I'm hitting it fast, I'm making her universe cum like it's DC (What?)
Do the dash and it repeats...
She acting on tape, no TV (Facts)

Bro a passenger prince, know he claiming that seat
For the block spin, you a dead man
(Grrrt Bow)
He ain't leaving no prints but he empty the clip
Survive and you gone need a bed pan
(Damn)
Pop a what?
I'm feeling like Med-man
Hit his top
That boy hit a head spin
In her guts
She tell me you less than
And I say that's mean but it keep punching, got-

Bae trynna run away, from what?
Run away from me (What?)
Her friends want me, ain't give a f*ck
'Cuz they the kind that's for the team (They are)
But I could really say I love her
In that pussy, ain't using a rubber (Nah)
And she know, as a matter of fact
That I'm keeping her cumming, keep it undercover (Damn)

She bringing like two of her friends, all tens...
I'm finna bang the trifecta (I am)
Seeing the movement inside the jeans
Baby wearing them impressers
And I'm finna press her
Haters on me, I won't let up
Hop in the V, I hit 60 in seconds (Skrt)
Might... pass off the shoulder, don't test us (Damn)

Damn (Grah)
Pass off the shoulder, don't test us (Grah)
Grah (Damn Damn Damn)
(Bow) Bow (Bow)
Bow
Bow Bow Bow Bow
(Bow) Damn (Bow)
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Grah
Bow
Damn
Wait Wait Wait, Uh
Let it rock like
(Run away from what? Bae trynna run away from me)
(Grah)
Grah
(Bow Bow Bow Bow)
Uh huh, Like what?
Damn
Bow

Bae trynna run away, from what?
Run away from me (Damn)
Her friends want me, ain't give a f*ck
'Cuz they the kind that's for the team (Facts)
But I could really say I love her
In that pussy, ain't using a rubber (Nah)
And she know, as a matter of fact
That I'm keeping her cumming, keep it undercover

She bringing like two of her friends, all tens...
I'm finna bang the trifectas (Damn)
Seeing the movement inside the jeans
Baby wearing them impressers (What?)
And I'm finna press her
Haters on me, I won't let up
Hop in the V, I hit 60 in seconds
Might... pass off the shoulder, don't test us

If a nigga try to test this
Now I got her back at my place
Saying, "Tizzy you really the best-est"
That's not a word, but I keep me a vest-est
Niggas be my age... no bitches no motion
Like nigga that's not too impressive
Flipping the bird while I'm flipping your best bitch
(Like) Let that there be a lesson

Like... I feel like a teacher (Damn)
We don't fight over bitches, we pass those
All my niggas is scoring like Fifa (Splash)
The ooter low, he a creeper
Call of Duty, I got a heat seeker (Grah)
I don't try with the bitches, I'm in them though
She gone wrestle the dick like a diva (Damn)
Your wifey like my wife beater (Damn)

And she call me Reese's...
When we f*cking I break her body down to pieces (Break it down)
Well, you know what I mean, but I swear that your bitch is playing you like PC (Games)
And I'm hitting it fast, I'm making her universe cum like it's DC (What?)
Do the dash and it repeats...
She acting on tape, no TV (Facts)

Bro a passenger prince, know he claiming that seat
For the block spin, you a dead man
(Grrrt Bow)
He ain't leaving no prints but he empty the clip
Survive and you gone need a bed pan
(Damn)
Pop a what?
I'm feeling like Med-man
Hit his top
That boy hit a head spin
In her guts
She tell me you less than
And I say that's mean but it keep punching, got-

Bae trynna run away, from what?
Run away from me (What?)
Her friends want me, ain't give a f*ck
'Cuz they the kind that's for the team (They are)
But I could really say I love her
In that pussy, ain't using a rubber (Nah)
And she know, as a matter of fact
That I'm keeping her cumming, keep it undercover (Damn)

She bringing like two of her friends, all tens...
I'm finna bang the trifecta (I am)
Seeing the movement inside the jeans
Baby wearing them impressers
And I'm finna press her
Haters on me, I won't let up
Hop in the V, I hit 60 in seconds (Skrt)
Might... pass off the shoulder, don't test us (Damn)

Damn (Grah)
Pass off the shoulder, don't test us (Grah)
Grah (Damn Damn Damn)
(Bow) Bow (Bow)
Bow
Bow Bow Bow Bow
(Bow) Damn (Bow)
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Writer: CHRISTON FORBES, KALEX ALEXANDER, KERON ALEXANDER, TARA JOHNSON, ZHAYNA FRANCE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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