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Stevie Stone
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Run It
[Intro]
Yup, uh-huh
Stevie Stone
Ay Seven, you brought the pots and the pans out on this one
Malta Bend, nigga
Run that now
[Hook]
Stoner, Stoner
Bitch, run it, run it
Drink a whole lotta liquor
Bitch, run it, run it
All my niggas wit' me
Gettin' money, money
All my bitches wit' me
Gettin' money, money
Run that now, run it, run it (x4)
All my niggas wit' me
Gettin' money, money
All my bitches wit' me
Gettin' money, money
[Verse 1]
Drink a whole lotta liquor
Smoke a whole lotta reefer
Paper planes in the wind
You can call me Khalifa
Watch me button up a Benz
You should grab you 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 you not on my level
You 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]
Ain't no run in the game well seasoned and polished
Gotta knock for these hoes
PhD 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 tryna find us a stripper
Magic CD in Onyx
Put my bread on the table
Give me something exotic
Body shots off her naval, that's a premium product
Holla
Run it, run it
B-bitch 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 her kinky, wildin'
Get to call me, call me
Get it all from her mother
See we come from the gutter, get 20, 50s and 100s
Bitch I'm a
[Hook]
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