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Run The Score
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Lil Bean
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(Zaytoven) She got mad when I said she gotta go, yeah I got b*t*hes from the city to the O, yeah My lil' project b*t*h, she said it?s on the floor, yeah We see them n***as, then we try to up the score, yeah That b*t*h dead, I killed that head My n***as don't do county time, they send us to the feds She jumped in the Benz, said, "What's your favorite color?" Red Blue hundreds on me right now, presidents dead I let bad b*t*hes blow me, reject they phone calls I?m with wifey blowin' a bag, I don't know y'all I dress my b*t*hes with Rollies or APs, Louis crop-top She said, "This the Wraith?" No, this the Dawn, ho, this the drop-top She got mad when I said she gotta go, yeah I got b*t*hes from the city to the O, yeah My lil' project b*t*h, she said it's on the floor, yeah We see them n***as, then we try to up the score, yeah It ain't no ho in me, shooters on go for me, yeah I put my ho on fleek, yeah, I'm tryna roll in peace Spent like a soft band on my cleats I keep a gleek Get out of line, we can meet And we?ll pull on your street, no internet beef Keep one up top, come and see This GLE AMG, that?s 63, don't get no ash on these seats I like the 50s, they pink Don?t wake the beast B*t*h, we'll come in your sleep Like them blue hundreds, they neat We tryna feast All that lil' talkin' be cheap And we got Zay on the beat Know I?ma eat B*t*h gotta pay, it's a fee This b*t*h suck that d**k so good, I'm movin' slow, yeah Got some young n***as in the trap right now and they on go, yeah I can't hand no bro no pole if he don't blow, yeah Come and shop, you know we got that for the low, yeah Look, I don't be feelin' nothin' We give a f**k, I come with killers bustin' Need me a deuce, I probably need me a four I don't be feelin' 'Tussin 'Toven on beats I just seen Ghazi in front, we had a real discussion Told him it's real Told him that if it go up, just know them killers comin' I'm into drillin' somethin' If it's some pressure, just know I'm killin' somethin' When they go shootin', they ain't gon' need no direction Just know they peelin' somethin' We in the door, and we gon' come with them poles You know my n***as comin' Coat by Moncler, and my Balenci' is track But they ain't made for runnin' She got mad when I said she gotta go, yeah I got b*t*hes from the city to the O, yeah My lil' project b*t*h, she said it's on the floor, yeah We see them n***as, then we try to up the score, yeah
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