Lyrics

Say hello to the bad guy They say I'm a bad guy Came through Loud had my mind fried Shit But still I'm feeling so great Starting to feel like Kelly's back In 08 Yeah- back when Chach made The mixed drinks And if they stayed pass 2 they Was down with kink Meek said we don't judge them Yo One question dick head what You judging fo- This party popping boy Without a doubt- Salute to my people on the Money route- Salute to the ladies that bought Their girlfriend out- Know one thing tonight boy We turn it out- Liquor start to build heat Run it Run it Running on these damn Streets- Tonight where them pros Meet- Run it run it Running on these damn Streets Tonight where the playas meet- Run it Run it Running on these damn streets- The liquor start to build heat- Run it Run it Running on these damn streets- Tonight where them players Meet Run it Run it Running on these damn streets Tonight where them pros meet Run it Run it Running on these damn streets The liquor start to build heat Run it Run it Running on these damn streets I ain't no ordinary nigga More like the beast prophesied In your scripture- More like a P on a square Bet he flip ya- Have these girls like damn boy I Missed ya- You didn't speak before a Player blew You didn't want to ride with Before the car was new Does nothing for your soul to Respect the law Real power when you make Them respect your flaws Before my name got bigga- Put raw in five eight baggies Little nigga A sweet lick then I was getting Wit Ya Lay on you if you had them Things on slippas Now of days My opps rap my verses More proof I can't be stopped By your curses We'll all see the true outcome But the heat from liquor make A Player run!
Writer(s): William Riley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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