Stevie Stone - Run It lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Yuh, uh huh, Stevie Stone@!

Ay Seven, ya brought the pots and the pans out on this 1?

Malta Bend, nigga

Run that now

(Hook)

Stoner, Stoner

Bitch, run it, run it

Drink a whole lot of liquor

Bitch, run it, run it

All my niggas with me

Getting money, money

All my bitches wit' me

Getting money, money

Run that nah, run it - run it

Run that nah, run it - run it

Run that nah, run it - run it

Run that nah, run it - run it

All my niggas wit' me

Getting money, money

All my bitches with me

Getting money, money

(Verse)

Drink a whole lot of liquor

Smoke a whole lotta reefer

Paper planes in the wind

Ya can call me Khalifa

Watch me button up a Benz

Ya should grab ya a feature

I'm a dog on the go

Bag a bitch from the bleachers

R-R-Run it, run it

Rather with a trio I know

I call these 3 RT3G bitches they ready to go

No ya not on my level

Ya niggas don' came out here, bro

Step one foot in the game

Y'all niggas didn't get my M-O

Run that now

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Came all hood in the game, well seasoned & polished

Gotta knock for these hoes, PSD with the science

I'm allergic to broke, I choose to use my Ebonics

I put my bitch on a boat

Look like she came from an island

We tryin' to find us a stripper

Magic CD anonymous

Put my bread on the table

Give me sum' exotic

Body shots off her naval, that's a premium product

Holler! Run it, run it, bbitch that mean that I got it

I tell her, run it, run it, she said I'm steezy, erotic

I'm a Leo, pino, get 'er kinky, wilding

Get to call me, call me, get it all from her motha

See we come from the gutter

Get twenties, fifties n' hunnids

Bitch, I'mma

(Hook)