NBA YoungBoy - Run (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NBA YoungBoy - Run (en) Lyrics
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Huh, take off, run
Don't take off, run
Hold on, hold on, take off runnin'
Young nigga, hop out, take off, run
Hold on
I hop out sprintin' to that money,
like, where that check at?
Young nigga go for nothin', fuck 'round
and take all off your bitch neck
From nightfall to sundown (It's Top,
nigga), I'm tryna correct that
I got that concrete, that
heroin, my B brothers, they
stretched that (Huh)
Called his mama in the whip, I'm in
the back, I'm trailin' bricks
Late night, I'm comin' in the
house where I rapped, and
dealin' with this shit
She stabbed that bitch inside my house,
I had five blocks inside my safe
I had them straps inside my placе, they
put they Glocks inside my facе
I told 'em, "Take off, run"
When we pop out, you better
not try to run away
Hit back ya head, this bitch gon'
come from out your face
You must ain't heard, we tote them hunnid
rounds and Dracs with .223s
You best believe, I make you bleed
I'm soldiered down in camo jeans
I'm screamin', "Murder, play with me"
I'm hopin' Jaz never turn her
back on me, oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm hustlin', I'm runnin', I'm
tryna get to that money
And you won't stop me for nothin'
Hold on, take off, run, hear
my money come (Yeah)
I got a hunnid-round drum for a nigga
wanna try somethin' (Yeah)
Look, I'm cold like a freezer
Bad bitch like a meaner
I paint my face and tote that Drac',
and they can't change my demeanor
It was the sink but now I make 'em
take my clothes to the cleaners
I'll never sink, this watch a tank,
this money come like the seasons
All been well, if you can't tell,
I'm on the route of achievements
If one go out, I'll never tell, I'll
go all out with that beast
I got a mask on, painted nails when
I pop out when you see me
Send yo' pussy-ass to Hell, 'cause
you done gave me a reason
Oh, I'm gon' take off, take off
I know a way out, way out
Who the fuck done told you
murder never paid off?
Ain't take no days off, days off
Know it's gon' pay off, pay off
Time makes up money, I ain't
goin' in the house
And now, I can't pay my rent, 'cause
all my money spent, yeah
I spent it all on sticks, and buyin'
big diamonds for my bitch
You best believe
(Oh, I'm gon' take off, take off)
(I know a way out, way out)
(Who the fuck done told you
murder never paid off?)
(Ain't take no days off, days off)
(Know it's gon' pay off, pay off)
(Time makes up money, I ain't
goin' in the house)
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