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Seddy Hendrinx – Run It Up Lyrics

Run It Up Lyrics – Seddy Hendrinx

Run a boy back with the ski, hey
I give a fuck what you say, hey
Run a boy back with the ski, hey
I give a fuck what you say, yeah
Run a boy back with the ski, hey
(Oh Lord, jetsonmade another one)

Uh, run a boy back with the ski
I give a fuck what you say
I made it out rappin’, you trappin’ too backwards
You tight, nigga, bring in the Feds
Brand new Glock, new thot, she red
Know she gon’ ride my dick like a peg
Countin’ this paper while on this lead
I ain’t even braggin’, I’m smack as I’m fed
Boy, you’s a bitch, fuck what they said
Take care of Harlem, my nigga’s in fed’
Send him a prayer, I get on my knees
I done took care of lil’ niggas that’s free
But you know they ain’t do that for me
I’m just keepin’ it real, I’m just keepin’ it G
I just watch you go fall on the real
I’ma trail and still expect somethin’ outta me
Niggas say they gon’ kill and they know where I be
I pop out, it ain’t no one I see
I done seen niggas ditch, they get hit and they switch
Gotta judge everything that they seen
Yeah, I sing and I rap but I come from the trap
I’ma get this shit by any means
Bitch, I came from the dirt, now my ashes exotic
You want a song, I want a feat’, pussy

(Run a boy back with the ski, hey
I give a fuck what you say, hey
Run a boy back with the ski, hey
I give a fuck what you say, yeah
Run a boy back with the ski, hey
I give a fuck what you say, yeah
Run a boy back with the ski, hey
Run a boy back with the ski, hey
I give a fuck what you say, hey
Run a boy back with the ski, hey
I give a fuck what you say, yeah
Run a boy back with the ski, hey
I give a fuck what you say, yeah
Run a boy back with the ski, hey)

Heard boy in that big body Rolls is big (Big body)
Hoppin’ out, totin’ the Sig
I do what I want, run it up, fuckin’ some skin (For what?)
All of my opps is dead (No)
Hoppin’ out, iced out and niggas wit’ me iced out
Fifty shots, hunnid shots right now
Play with us, lights out (Brrt), livin’ in the ‘Vette with the pipes out
Ganged out, I don’t really like rappers (Gang, gang)
Fresh as fuck, hop in the Lamb’, I’m ready (Hop in the Lamb’, I’m ready)
Got a clip and some weed and some fetti
Big ol’ boogers like fuckin’ baguettes (Fuck ’em)
Plain Jane cost a couple of Chevys (Ayy)
I’m in the city, I’m fuckin’ with Seddy
Cut the hoe off, I ain’t have to be petty
My wifey a baddie, wan’ fuck if you let me
Nah, she won’t let me, that’s word to my bestie (Word to my bestie)

(Run a boy back with the ski, hey
I give a fuck what you say, hey
Run a boy back with the ski, hey
I give a fuck what you say, yeah
Run a boy back with the ski, hey
I give a fuck what you say, yeah
Run a boy back with the ski, hey
Run a boy back with the ski, hey
I give a fuck what you say, hey
Run a boy back with the ski, hey
I give a fuck what you say, yeah
Run a boy back with the ski, hey
I give a fuck what you say, yeah
Run a boy back with the ski, hey)