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Azealia Banks - Runnin' lyrics
I was born ready (Ha Ha)
 I'm working your man up in that circuit
 Bitch I plan to look that perfect
 Cheap little brand for the bitch that's certain
 Click that gander, split that curtain
 He wanna slam, wanna whip that serpant
 He wanna wham wanna get it in wanna get it out
 Wanna put it in wanna dick it out
 But your nigga been listening to brahs
 Saying niggas on the internet ain't enough
 So we kick it with the tickets to the what
 Damn motherfucker you be sniffing in the butt
 You a fan little nigga you be living for the cunt
 You be handful of scrilla while I'm jiggling the buns
 I can stop moving still jiggling the buns
 I can pop in the middle with the pun
 I can drop for your nigga when he get up in the front
 I can spot but you niggas gotta to get us in front
 But I'm not these bitches with the dick up on their tongues
 Not these bitches, all these niggas been among
 So it's not with me when I with your nigga in the crumbs
 And it's not me chilling with your nigga in the slums
 So run run whenever-whenever I'm in the sun, uh
 [Hook]
 Ima sp-spend this niggas sp-spinach
 I tell him to eat the couchie then hit this nigga for lyrics
 He know that I got that juicy
 That juicy booty, that fruity, that fruity tooti
 That natural beauty (what, what what)
 He rich; he poppin that bougie
 I got that Glock and that uzi
 That ch-ch-chop and the tuni
 I hit your block with a goonie and put a dot on ya nugget
 Split ya top and ya stomach
 Hit ya pops and ya cousin
 Miss the shot if he runnin
 And get as hot as he want it
 [Hook]
 You, you don't want
 I know you, you don't wanna fuck with me (me)
 You on one (one), I'm on two (two)
 Bang or be banged on; you choose
 These niggas runnin
 These niggas runnin
 They stay pumping that game
 But these niggas frontinAzealia Banks - Runnin' - http://motolyrics.com/azealia-banks/runnin-lyrics.html
 All day up on this stage
 these niggas like they something
 say this bitch is coming
 now these niggas runnin
 runnin, runnin
 these niggas runnin
 [repeat]
 [Verse 2]
 I'm in the creme coupe seats
 Color: gingerbread
 You know I got that bitch covered like a ninja head
 You say you bout to get buggin bout to spend your-bread
 So you bout to get smothered with that infrared
 Bet that strawberry banana f-fanna
 Click never jam-a
 I'm finna damage your armor and plan to blam at your grandma
 These niggas totin they hammers
 But really open punana's
 I smell these niggas
 They pussy they pussy they needa douche it
 Don't let him up in the cushion unless he come with the right do's
 If not, then bitch you better fuck you a white dude
 If not, then bitch he better come with the right dick
 If not, then bitch you probably know that he like dick
 Fuck feeding these niggas
 You bitches breeding these niggas?
 I get the beats from these niggas
 Then hit the streets with these niggas
 Y'all tryna sleep with these niggas
 I'm tryna eat with these niggas
 I read these niggas the script and get sick of seeing these niggas now
 You, you don't want (want)
 I know you, you don't wanna fuck with me (me)
 You on one (one), I'm on two (two)
 Bang or be banged on; you choose
 These niggas runnin
 These niggas runnin
 They stay pumping that game
 But these niggas frontin
 All day up on this stage
 these niggas like they something
 say this bitch is coming
 now these niggas runnin
 runnin, runnin
 these niggas runnin













