Runnin – 21 Savage lyrics

Lyrics Runnin – 21 Savage feat. Metro Boomin

Runnin lyrics
Am I really hard to please?
Perhaps I have such special needs
I wondered what was wrong with me
My friends all fall so easily

Called the first one Savage Mode my mood that’s what it was (21)
2016 we was ridin’ around beatin’ niggas up in the club
I know she around for the money but act like she loyal I don’t feel the love (21)
I’m so rich get bored might wake up buy me a car just ’cause (On God)
Her titties is hard ’cause she spent a five my bitch titties cost me a dub (21)
All my bitches got BBLs all my bitches got butts (Straight up)
I ain’t with the rap beef Draco pedophile all of my opps get touched (Straight up)
We ain’t never ran off on no bar but we still be hoppin’ out a Cut (Straight up)

Runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
Runnin’ runnin’ I leave all my cars
Runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
Runnin’ runnin’ all my opps be
Runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
Runnin’ runnin’ wipe his nose it was
Runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
Runnin’ runnin’ Savage never did no

That closet for your wife (21) that hookah for your wife
I’m Slaughter Gang pussy you know I brought my knife (21)
He was talkin’ gangster (21) we caught him at a light (Pussy)
I let my young nigga do it it was free he wanted a stripe (On God)
Havin’ my way with the cheese I’m in the den with the thieves (On God)
I know that she ratchet I could tell by the way that she wearin’ her weave (21)
Smokin’ on zaza this shit came out the garden with Adam and Eve (21)
Chopper go fow-fow shoot up your pow-wow niggas tryna make y’all bleed (21)
Got out of line spanked that baby we had to rock him to sleep (Pussy)
Is it a issue? Keep me a pistol I ain’t finna diss you
All that pillow talk I’ma have to send The Boogeyman to come get you
Chain hang low like a yo-yo your bitch ridin’ dick like pogo

Runniiin’ runnin’ runniiin’ runniiin’
Runniiin’ runnin’ I leave all my cars
Runnin’ runnin’ runniiin’ runnin’
Runniiin’ runnin’ all my opps be
Runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
Runnin’ runnin’ wipe his nose it was
Runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
Runnin’ runnin’ Savage never did no

I bought a Hollywood bitch the club crucial (On God)
I was at the Met Gala with my shooter (On God)
Slaughter Gang Gang we don’t do recruitin’ (21)
Say you ready to catch a body gotta prove it
Gotta prove that shit nigga
Shit ain’t no motherfuckin’ game nigga
Get your bitch ass whacked nigga
Big facts big 4L nigga
Big Zone 6 nigga
We run the motherfuckin’ city nigga
Y’all niggas know what the fuck goin’ on nigga
Body for body nigga money for money nigga
We skunkin’ everybody
Fuck your crew nigga we’ll kill your crew
Pussy pussy pussy
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you)
Are things better or worse the second time around?
Can we really do anything more than onceee?

Runnin – 21 Savage lyrics
Runnin - 21 Savage
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