Lbs Kee’vin – Run Wit It Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Neilaworld)

[Chorus]
All these niggas in my business, all these bitches on my dick (Yeah)
Mix that Gucci and Dior, I spent your mortgage on this fit (Yeah)
You would think I'm from New York how I was sellin' dimes and nicks (Yeah)
I'm the same nigga, don't matter if I'm broke or if I'm rich (Yeah)
And this the story of a nigga who would stand down
No security with me, I know my way around
I got a bitch that'll get any nigga whereabouts
I drop that bag and I can make a nigga air it out

[Verse 1]
I ain't clearin' shit, if you heard a rumor, then run with it
I don't want your love, I just wanna f*ck and I'm done with it
I can't do the show, the promoter won't let my gun in it
If you lookin' for love in the streets, it ain't none in it
I ain't showin' favoritism, love my bitches all the same
Like Money Making Mitch, I love the hustle, love the game
I'll overkill a nigga if he reachin' for this chain
Speak on all the times I fed you if you speakin' on my name
And that's facts, nigga
I can't be around you if you clubbin' with a rat, nigga
Conversin' with the bosses at the table when I sat with 'em
I never lose my focus, stay on track and overlap niggas
You gotta have a solid resume to give me dap, nigga
[Chorus]
All these niggas in my business, all these bitches on my dick (Yeah)
Mix that Gucci and Dior, I spent your mortgage on this fit (Yeah)

You would think I'm from New York how I was sellin' dimes and nicks (Yeah)
I'm the same nigga, don't matter if I'm broke or if I'm rich (Yeah)
And this the story of a nigga who would stand down
No security with me, I know my way around
I got a bitch that'll get any nigga whereabouts
I drop that bag and I can make a nigga air it out

[Verse 2]
Can't look at him the same, my nigga Iverson, he crossed me
I'll rock your ass to sleep, I strapped the pistol to the carseat
You deep up in that street life, one mistake'll be costly
Killers catchin' bodies, I'll never let 'em Moss me
I never been the cheap type, all my fabric expensive
Johnny for the win, I spent a dub to see the dentist
I'm ballin' and they broke, walk in the room and feel the tension
I used to be like them, but I just got up off the benches

[Chorus]
All these niggas in my business, all these bitches on my dick (Yeah)
Mix that Gucci and Dior, I spent your mortgage on this fit (Yeah)
You would think I'm from New York how I was sellin' dimes and nicks (Yeah)
I'm the same nigga, don't matter if I'm broke or if I'm rich (Yeah)
And this the story of a nigga who would stand down
No security with me, I know my way around
I got a bitch that'll get any nigga whereabouts
I drop that bag and I can make a nigga air it out
[Outro]
I ain't clearin' shit, if you heard a rumor, then run with it

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