Who Run It [Freestyle] Lyrics
I don't play like your parents son
Thought I made that apparent son
Thats a 100 for a Claren son
Nother hundred for a parison
Race Tyler, the McLaren
Drive Raris like Ferrison
Cop my Karats from Carring
Make a bitch wanna stare, or something
Make a stage, you clear son
You's a bitch, yeah we stay done
Chose a whip like
Diamonds sunny like I'm Cher or something
Smiley faces with the glasses
Fashion brands invite you to Paris
Boy you late that's a merit, danging
Get fucking maggot brain having
Rappers claiming the trap and the fashion
They only got Louis and trapping
Im causing the flood and the traffic
The way that you be moving is whach
All of them rumours is facts
They've been in clap for the clapback
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Your baby mama a nag nag
Nag nag, nag nag
Who run it? Who run it?
New money blue hundreds
Two hundred, on the dash
Bastard life, catch a blue hundred
