lirik lagu cyraq - don't run
ebk cyraq’s {verse}: uh slide but don’t run i’m like freddy here i come, you like jerry you i’m tom that pole gon strip you to a bum, [cuz it shoot pop like you was gummy?] drop that addy imma come and we gon wack yo daddy son, and free lil erie he shoot guns, you gotta problem, you gon solve it bodies dropping n~ggas coughing, you get wet up you a dolphin, i shoot back he gon shoot often, you gon k!ll who?, don’t play like that, we know you not raised like that, i spot and aim i spray like that, we do too much we play like that, yeah he go cap and we go spin it, we straps so we gon win, at like a b~tch take of his wig, they got more bodies so i slid, f~ck the opps [burning p~ss?], glock got еight lets burn that b~tch, shot him then i took his b~tch, his partna watched me work that stick, three months later erie caught his partna shooting like the lakers, you can’t save em, we erase em take him out but we no dating, boy you tripping tie yo laces, we shoot glocks but we fight cases, we got clips so come get faded, hollow tips gon get em famous, we ain’t playing b~tch we spraying, if he reach this where he laying, catch you slipping on that xan and make lil bro go in his pants, we won’t talk, we just go creep, we slide in vans, we slide in jeeps, it’s competition this sh~t deep, we shoot to k!ll watch when we meet, yeah imma keep it g i know where somebody be, i know where you’re mama sleep catch you outside and we shoot threes, we might smoke you like some p’s, up with the glock and shoot with ease, for your life make you say please, might go and slide with my new beam(yayo)
go yayo {verse}: this for e, murda gang hunnid shots ain’t gotta aim, check my rank: hall of fame, c.o.d but ain’t no game, trey~five~seven ain’t no trace, shoot his face out ain’t no case, last n~gga dissed with hoodfame you would say gotta race, ran of on the plug like i’m gone gotta race, come and get and get yo hoe i’m in her head like a lace oh, rap ass n~gga say he want a song gotta pay oh, you know i’m a trapper ain’t their nothing i’ll take(drugs), but you know thats double had to add a fee i charge em extra for the trouble, glizzy here on me b~tch i ain’t for the scuffle, they thought i signed a deal 40 racks up in my duffel, go yayo finna pop just like a bubble(pop), on the road b~tch i’m touring, all these opps steady dying check the board b~tch we scoring, ten choppas hunda shots [then?] shoot right till the morning, we not broke we slide in foreigns, catch him lacking leave em snoring, man yo chain ain’t even worth what i be pouring ay, i just blew a bag in neiman marcus it was boring ay, b~tch my life a movie need to put this on record(movie), all these f~cking diamonds on me b~tch you can’t afford(bling)
(bow)
(wow)
(on god)
(hoodfame, gang, gang)
(yayo!!!)
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