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Make Eem Run!

Bass Santanahuatong
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Who do I trust? Only Air Us. They do too much. They can't keep up. He actin' tough. I caught

his bluff. And now he duckin'. And now he duckin'. Wait, run my fade. Oh, bitch, behave.

Don't need no savin'. Nah, you too late. I hold my weight. Big Gucci face. My face is

what? My face is Kate. It ain't no talkin' about it, just got the mind to go and fade

a nigga. Drop the ad, he won't be duckin' or bluffin', just pop out or give me the data,

nigga. Ate them niggas, hands is up to data, ain't no playin' with him. End this day today.

I had to pray a little. Gas your homie up, but when that tank hit E, you better save your

nigga. Save your nigga. Why the fuck he mad at me for? What? Last I checked, he was tryna

be what? One. Pull up on him, now he look dumb. Make his ass run, he ain't really tryna

have no fun. Smoke a dope, A1. Try to keep up, get ahead of your lungs. We was at the

front door, knockin' on the front door. Sorry, auntie, we just lookin' for your son. Well,

hello there. But that nigga... We got a very, very, very, very extra interesting story today.

niggas stop playin'. Pull up on him, hey. Make him run, hey. Pull up on him, hey. Make him run,

hey. Push it, uh. Pull up on him, hey. Make him run, hey. Pull up on him, hey. Make him run,

hey. Push it, uh. Big tag, uh. Gucci, uh. On my bag, uh. Pull up on him, huh. Get to him runnin',

uh. Hey, hey. Pull up on him, hey. Make him run, hey. Push it, uh. Pull up on him, hey. Make him

run, hey. I can tell the ice hotel is where my heart is cold as mucus from a stale. I remember

to remember, life is a bitch, so no, I can never kiss a tale. I wish me well, cause life is hell

and double a C because a nigga only care about Chanel. I been knockin' knees with birds and bees,

been overseas with bitches who don't speak English well. Like a owl. Who? The only enemy here is you.

Like, bling -blow. Kaboom. Feliad Ferida stole my tooth. No cap on cat, no Dr. Seuss. Eat flapjacks,

double cup of syrup too. Cause I only want the net like a new song Goose. And I'm only wildin'

out when I'm loose off Goose. Hey, pull up on him, hey. Make him run, hey. Pull up on him, hey.

Make him run, hey. Push he -uh. Pull up on him, hey. Make him run, hey. Pull up -hey.

Pull up on him, hey. Make him run, hey. Push he -uh -big tag, uh, Gucci, uh, on my bag, uh.

Pull up on him, huh. Get him rannin', uh, hey -hey! Pull up on him, hey. Make him run,

hey. Push he -uh. Pull up on him, hey. Make him run, hey.

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