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Runway, bitch, better run away I tell her, "Don't [?], another way" It’s the B-R-E-E It's the B-R-E-E Tell a bitch that I just iced the neck, the set What's next? The cheques It’s the way that I look, I dress The gala, the Met It's the way that these bitches pressed I don't ever rest, she can't sleep where I sleep Tell her, "Get like me" Make these bitchеs, "Ah", got these niggas, "Ooh" I do all that shit thesе bitches want to Ah, ooh, yeah, ooh Okay, alla, alla, kudda, kudda, arra I'm a, I'm a brat, got these niggas on lock Have him fallin' to his knees like he prayin' to Allah Got this nigga dumb whipped like a valet with a car (Haha) Make these bitches, "Ah", got these niggas, "Ooh" Yeah, ooh I know what he likes, and it ain’t you hoes I know what he likes, and it ain’t you hoes It's the B-R-E-E-E, B-R-E-E-E If they gon’ see my niggas, they gon' have to see me Letras de cancionesIf they gon' see my bitches, they gon' have to see me It’s the B-R-E-E-E, B-R-E-E-E If they gon' see my niggas, they gon' have to see me If they gon' see my bitches, they gon' have to see me My Chanel's a big body, I really am somebody I'm late for the party, flew my outfit straight from Paris He gon' spend everything, I don't have to give punani (Ah) This 'nani is a 'Rarri, no, you can't rev it for me (Ah, ah, ah) If you ain't got the budget, I'ma call you right back It's Runway in this bitch and the "R" stands for racks I know what he likes, and it ain't you hoes I know what he likes, and it ain't you hoes If you ain't got the budget, I'ma call you right back It's Runway in this bitch and the "R" stands for racks I know what he likes, and it ain't you hoes I know what he likes, and it ain't you hoes It's the B-R-E-E-E, B-R-E-E-E If they gon' see my niggas, they gon' have to see me If they gon' see my bitches, they gon' have to see me It's the B-R-E-E-E, B-R-E-E-E If they gon' see my niggas, they gon' have to see me If they gon' see my bitches, they gon' have to see me From Letras Mania