Saturday, August 15, 2020

Shoreline Mafia – Run It Back Lyrics

Shoreline Mafia – Run It Back Lyrics

Shoreline Mafia – Run It Back Lyrics

 


Shoreline Mafia – Run It Back Lyrics



Run It Back By Shoreline Mafia


(acetheface)

We was gettin’ money, we was gettin’ money

(joog)

(take some of that bass out, Bruce)

Yeah-yeah (ron-Ron, do that shit)

We was gettin’ money, tryna rack that cash up

This the type of money that’ll back that ass up

Don’t be actin’ funny when you clap that ass up

Shorty, you better not act up (yeah)

We was gettin’ money, tryna rack that cash up

This the type of money that’ll back that ass up (yeah)

Don’t be actin’ funny when you clap that ass up

Shorty, you better not act up


Niggas workin’ with the feds, yeah, they dead, yeah

I’m just smokin’, countin’ bread, yeah, pop meds, yeah

I’ma grab her by the hair, yeah, like hell yeah

I’ma grab her by the hair, yeah, like hell yeah

I’ma fuck her by the throat now, she go down

All my niggas got the boats now, you know how

We be rockin’ off the cocaine, the whole town

Wanna fuck with a nigga now, I hold it down

Yung Joc on a nigga now, she goin’ down

Yung Joc on a nigga now, she goin’ down

Got the pipe like a plumber, nigga, I’m a drummer, nigga

Free Greedo, all my motherfuckin’ Drummer niggas


Yeah, that kitty cat, give me that

I’m the type of nigga break your back, then run it back

Pussy soakin’ on my fuckin’ lap, she love the dad

I’ma hit it, make him fuckin’ mad, I make a mess

She a muhfuckin’ get it girl, so get it, girl

I’m that nigga, that nigga-nigga that hit it, girl


Ayy, ayy, ayy

Bitch, I’m that nigga, just listen (listen)

Pistols in the party, nigga (bah), I can feel the tension (ayy)

They don’t want us in the hood like a fucked up engine

Bitch, if you can’t take the heat, get out my muhfuckin’ kitchen (bitch)

Ayy, shout out all my shooters, couple names I can’t mention

When your mama told you stay away from the gang, you shoulda listened (ayy)

When I wake up in the mornin’, all I’m thinkin’bout is checking

Wack a nigga then I’m tourin’, shoulda kept me out your (gang, gang)

Pull up on my opps, we got’em sick as hell, that nigga tellin’

They like, “Lil’ Rob, you slick as hell, ” my niggas felons

Where I’m from, bitch, we don’t do the drugs, lil’ bitch, we sellin’ (ayy)

Said where I’m from, bitch, we don’t do the drugs, lil’ bitch, we sellin’, ayy


Bitch, I’m tryna go, yeah, I’m rockin’ shows, yeah (rockin’ shows)

Throw that money on the floor, yeah, I’m fuckin’ hoes, yeah

Serve a pussy on my phone, yeah, I’m crackin’ codes, yeah (ayy)

If we beefin’ let me know, yeah, I’m finna blow, yeah (i’ma finna blow)

Young nigga need a city chick, real saditty bitch (what? )

Type of ho that’ll swallow me until she finish it (finish it)

Yeah, you cute, but that ain’t enough, I need a thicker bitch (thicker bitch)

He wasn’t cuttin’ it, that lil’ baby need some bigger dick (ayy)

That’s a thirty, this a fifty, this a bigger stick (this a bigger stick)

Popped a Perky, now a nigga feelin’ sick as shit (feelin’ sick as shit)

Just made the flip and shit, my niggas gettin’ rich as shit

She actin’ innocent, but she ain’t really innocent (damn)


I just caught another bag, made five in a hour

Niggas love gettin’ bags (bitch), I make five in the shower (yuh)

In the mall poppin’ tags, spending bags by the thousand

Who them niggas gettin’ that? Bitch, don’t ask’cause they around us

Kickin’ doors and throwin’ up pounds of steel, walkin’ with the choppas still

Got it on me walking out the pharm’, I got a lotta pills

Got it on me walking out the bank, I got a lotta bills

Old hundreds, sippin’ old red, show you how I feel

I don’t trust’em, that’s a code red, show me how it sip (nah)

Hundred bitches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled

I don’t trust’em, that’s a code red, show me how it sip

Hundred bitches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled


Yeah, that kitty cat, give me that

I’m the type of nigga break your back then run it back

Pussy soakin’ on my fuckin’ lap, she love the dad

I’ma hit it, make him fuckin’ mad, I make a mess

She a muhfuckin’ get it girl, so get it, girl

I’m that nigga, that nigga-nigga that hit it, girl

all we work for is to satisfy you.