Run It Up lyrics

by

Frankie Valli


-hookx2
Uh! I get a check and I f*ck it up
She give me neck and she f*ck it up
Come through this b*tch and I f*ck it up
She do the splits and she f*ck it up
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa now Run It Up
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Ok!

-V1
Here I, here I, here I, here I goooo!
n*ggas love to hate when you win some
I need everything and then some
Whip the Benz up
f*ck yo b*tch and make her friends c*m
Where you been huh?
Young Trapladdin
I just need a dirty Jasmine
Like ooooooooh
They been studying my mooooves
n*ggas love to hate on me
I tell grandma to pray for me
I play COD in my white hoodie
Put the K K K on em like ahhh!

-hookx2
-V2
Bow yo head....
Everybody eating so we pray over the bread
Lord don't let em push me cuz I stay over the ledge
All that hatin is a sin
Don't you let them demons in amen!
I stay up
Too many chains, I can't tuck
I was down and out but I bounced back
And through it off the glass
We don't lay up
They say ain't no I in team
But keep one open when you sleep
Ain't nobody help me ball
b*tch I throw alley oops to me like
Sometimes you just gotta flex for em
Gotta throw the Cuban on the neck for em
And that ain't fair
But I don't care
Ima muhf*cking Detroit millionaire, yeah!

-hookx2

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