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lirik lagu joe blow & stanwill - runnin up the score

[verse 1: joe blow]
plain jane rollie, keep it elegant
i’m rich now, breakin’ b~tches for the h~ll of it
“you should probably pay me too” is what i tell a b~tch
feds picked me up for homicide and i ain’t tell ’em sh~t
i’m rockin’ denim tears with my virgil dunks
cop a day day today, i had the urge for one
really on some demon time, come and purge for somethin’
and stop talkin’ ’bout an opp unless you murder one

[verse 2: stanwill]
i’m tryna have my wrist run for president
i’ll pull up with them bl!cks to your residence
“eat the d~ck” what i tell a b~tch
i can’t work a job, boy, my ‘fit worth elevеn shifts
moncler for winter, off~white for thе summer
you ain’t never got nowhere in life, what a bummer
when your b~tch with gang, she see more pipe than a plumber
make it rain if he reach for my ice, up the thunder
each pocket got a ten~ball, b~tch, my jeans stuffed
we all stayed down, now my team up
water, air, and pape’ just to live, i don’t need sl~ts
aimin’ for them noodles got his bean bust

[verse 3: joe blow]
ridin’ with this draco, pourin’ up a faygo
playin’ la while my ho down in dago
white b~tch rich or blind, hair rise hazel
finna set her down with angel, foreign b~tch from barbados
sixty on these fifty pointers, that’s before appraisal
distribution shot me fifty every month without a label
i hate a bad b~tch that bring nothin’ to the table
when your right hand man take the stand, sh~t’s fatal
[verse 4: stanwill]
all this syrup we be sippin’, it ain’t maple
catch him underneath that rim and rock the cradle
watchin’ cameras at the spot, it ain’t no cable
unc’ and them be slangin’ powder, be with ‘caine more than abel
pull up with more shots than a pharmacy
touch screen ignition on the whip, it don’t start with keys
big stick on me, i could part the sea
trackhawk roarin’ like a bear when i start the jeep

[verse 5: joe blow]
ridin’ on the e~way, listenin’ to e~day
daughter got a new bmw for her b~day
talkin’ to my k~way, he was down on a threeway
if you pop into a sucker, say he ain’t showin’ leeway
it’s two of wock’ in an exotic pop
just ask the lord to forgive me if i slide with opp
i get it by the crate, so what you tryna cop?
we just runnin’ up the scoreboard and suckers out

- lirik lagu joe blow stanwill

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