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You wear a Rolex but it's on the Sly They do selfies with the new Nikes And they can tell you ain't no small fry You the main course, never been a side I saw you at a south house party, BoxFresh Timbs and an Avirex Cardy You don't want attention from the party You just wanna hear 'Talkin the Hardest' Are you happy that you clocked me? Give a slow wine like you miss me We don't do shy when we wanna be We do mad adventures like Rick and Morty Ohhh, you know you like it Take the wheel babe, I got shotgun Ohhh, you know you like it 4am in London City like Ooooh I run tings, run tings Tell me that you run tings, run tings Me and you can run tings, run tings 4am in London City like Ooooh I run tings, run tings Letras de cancionesI know that you run tings, run tings Show me that you run tings, run tings 4am in London City like You know I run shit, run shit Dounia with the sauce in abundance Real boss, that's the shit I encompass Slow wine and you like it, you lustin' Rich, young and bad damn, what's not to love? Welcome to my garden, I promise I measure up I don't even need nurture, just give me the freak shit Getting raw face, pressed up on the sheet things Wanna talk? Yeah, I can give you that too Few laughs, few gags that can have you In any avenue that I choose to See you getting cute on me and I give you room to Yeah I had a bold night off that dark liq' Tone deep when you talk, turn that on switch You confused cause I'm bad and I'm blatant Now I don't wanna show up, I'm already naked You know I run shit, run shit I know that you run shit, run shit You know I run shit, run shit 4am in London City like Oooooh I run tings, run tings Show me that you run tings, run tings, yeah You know I run shit, run shit 4am in London City like Damn, with the sunrise hitting like Damn, London City like Damn, with the sunrise hitting like Damn, London City like Damn, with the sunrise hitting like Damn, London City like Damn, with the sunrise hitting like Damn... From Letras Mania