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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeRunnin (With Metro Boomin, feat. Diana Ross, Future & Morgan Freeman)
[Diana Ross (21 Savage) :]I really hard to please?Perhaps I have such special needsI wondered what was wrong with me (Haha)My friends all fall so easily (Pussies)[21 Savage:]Called the first one Savage Mode, my mood, that's what it was (21)2016, we was ridin' around, beatin' niggas up in the clubI know she around for the money, but act like she loyal, I don't feel the love (21)I'm so rich, get bored, might wake up, buy me a car just 'cause (On God)Her titties is hard 'cause she spent a five, my bitch titties cost me a dub (21)All my bitches got BBLs, all my bitches got butts (Straight up)I ain't with the rap beef, Draco pedophile, all of my opps get touched (Straight up)We ain't never ran off on no bar, but we still be hoppin' out a Cut (Straight up)Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'Runnin', runnin', I leave all my carsRunnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'Runnin', runnin', all my opps beRunnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'Runnin', runnin', wipe his nose, it wasRunnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'Runnin', runnin', Savage never did noThat closet for your wife (21) , that hookah for your wife (Pussy)I'm Slaughter Gang, pussy, you know I brought my knife (21)He was talkin' gangster (21) , we caught him at a light (Pussy)I let my young nigga do it, it was free, he wanted a stripe (On God)Havin' my way with the cheese, I'm in the den with the thieves (On God)I know that she ratchet, I could tell by the way that she wearin' her weave (21)Smokin' on zaza, this shit came out the garden with Adam and Eve (21)Chopper go fow-fow, shoot up your pow-wow, niggas tryna make y'all bleed (21)Got out of line, spanked that baby, we had to rock him to sleep (Pussy)Is it a issue? Keep me a pistol, I ain't finna diss you (Pussy)All that pillow talk, I'ma have to send The Boogeyman to come get youChain hang low like a yo-yo, your bitch ridin' dick like pogoRunnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'Runnin', runnin', I leave all my carsRunnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'Runnin', runnin', all my opps beRunnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'Runnin', runnin', wipe his nose, it wasRunnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'Runnin', runnin', Savage never did no[21 Savage, Future & Morgan Freeman]I bought a Hollywood bitch, the club crucial (On God)I was at the Met Gala with my shooter (On God)Slaughter Gang, Gang, we don't do recruitin' (21)Say you ready to catch a body, gotta prove itGotta prove that shit, niggaShit ain't no motherfuckin' game, niggaGet your bitch ass whacked, niggaBig facts, big 4L, niggaBig Zone 6, niggaWe run the motherfuckin' city, niggaY'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, niggaBody for body, nigga, money for money, niggaWe skunkin' everybodyFuck your crew, nigga, we'll kill your crewPussy, pussy, pussy[Future:](If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)[Morgan Freeman:]Are things better or worse the second time around?Can we really do anything more than once?
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