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Turn that shit way up Now that I'm feeling the vibe I'm feeling really alive I don't need any advice Throw you up plenty of lies Run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up Don't be offending me, that is a penalty All of this negative energy You're not a friend of me, please don't pretend to be I still remember my enemies I take a shot with some penalties (Pow!) Snap like I'm off with it mentally Run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it- They're in a serious state of delirious Hater won't make 'em deteriorate It get's eerier, wait! These interior gay fuckin' rappers are makin' me furious, break She like when I'm makin' them sounds Like when I'm breakin' it down She like when I'm tearin' it down Letras de cancionesSaid I should be wearin' the crown Hop up the merry-go-round Pain that I carry around Come back to bed with you clowns This is your burial ground Run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up I hit up Gucci and run it up I hit up Louie and run it up Mad like money, mad like pussy, mad like working out Mad like money, mad like pussy, mad like working out I like making money when you hear my mouth screaming Pay attention but I ain't no fuckin' clout demon Manic infest, I'm a manic depressant with Xanax I guess But I'm back on my shit, I'm immaculate, bitch I won't ask them for shit but won't cough up for shit I just laugh at this shit I'm happy to get what I'm after I guess I don't need you, I'll feed you, I'm back on my shit I walk in the room with a couple of goons And I don't hear anyone laughin' and shit My thoughts aren't agreeing again, like it's a mechanical belt So I'd like to skin 'em alive, hang up their animal pelts I hear the sound of the bell, I hear the sound of the bell I am a savage from Hell but I can handle it well I got one phone, that's a trap phone Got one phone, that's a smashed phone If I'm jacking you with that Nicholson Then I'm robbin' 'em, no Bat phone 'Bout to go nuts and do doughnuts To your girlfriend, she's a grow up She can choose not to respond But she respond now my phone blowin' up I'm like "Oh fuck! ", she like "Oh fuck?" I'm like "Hold up! ", she like "Fuck that What's your Whatsapp and your address? Need some real dick in my buttsap" I said "Bust down", she said "Bust that" Then she bust off like a Mustang It's fucked up that I fucked her up Bust a couple nuts in that nutbag I'm a scumbag I hit up Gucci and run it up I hit up Louie and run it up I hit the dealership, run it up I get the feeling I'm coming up From Letras Mania