Lola Monroe - Run This World (Remix) | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Lola Monroe
• Run This World (Remix)

lola monroe,
i mean you already know
what the fuck it is

hold up dj you gon’ wanna run this back
when i run up on the track ain’t no runnin’ runnin’ that
imma rain rice (?) run it baby ain’t no runnin’ back
if he ring around the rosee bet i run up on that ass

ashes and ashes thrown left here
be amazed when i dust that ass
that’s just them glasses on still
see you snakes never trust that grass

From http://www.hiphopsonglyrics.com/lola-monroe-run-this-world-remix-lyrics.html

crashes and slashes gon’ hit
this game when i ride up on and bust that glass
matches (?) that last reason
that you bitch’s ain’t offended cause my butt’s that fat

need i break it down how i’m bigger than you
nigga pick a business need i bigger (?) than you
cause i big (?) a mean you, cause my figure (?) than you
stick a ______________(?) feel like the trigga dem blue

i could tell you no biggie but things dun changed
so really this a warnin’ fore you go deranged
when i kick in the door it be suicidal thoughts
you be ready to die pro’lly have it arranged

now you know you dead wrong when you switch yo game
prayin’ on my dwonfall now you da bitch o’ game
you never hit cocaine that’s what my high’s be like
sky’s the limit my rise (?) get life sized

and give me the nasty stripes, size, and types
the bitch’s with no heart, bitch’s with no butt
fuck was you made for like bitch’s with no art
my bitch’s a cold shark my malicious a cold heart

__________________(?) of no thought, whore, all you whores
all you saw how i run b-more (?)
and that was in the hood bitch i’m better than before
now you bitch’s ain’t enough (?) they tryna build a new report (?)

but no, i just keep ‘em movin’
my success is proven
while you nigga’s sleepin’ drollin’
gettin’ closer to my crown who you
bitch’s think you foolin’

see the fear from my improvin’
i be doin’ some removin’
bitch i’m finna put it down,
down, down, down, down, down, down

self made bitch, self paid bitch
no coats now but it’s really self paid with
no cosign i dun really self made it
their money jokes _____(?) bout hatred

lola monroe hoe swag on a billi’
the shoe game stupid the bag ain’t illy
cocaine coop in the shit sincerely
besides she could binge i need about a trili

but i’m a nation god i’m trippin’
built this from the bottom pimpin’
only the bigginin’ you ain’t gotta clap for it
only the beginnin’ bank on it back board

Lola Monroe еще тексты