Lake City Fresh - Running Back (feat. Damo Diore)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Run it back, run it back
She gon' run it back for me
I put the pack on her, she flee
She know ain't no one like me
She gon' run it back for me
She gon', she gon', she gon' run it back
She gon', she gon', she gon' run it back
She know ain't no one like me
She gon' run it back for me
Run it back
Like Aaron Jones, yeah
Catch a pack of green, bae
Yeah, yeah
Saquon Barkley, she a giant with the flip
Yeah, Derrick Henry, Tennessee
Titan with the wrist, yeah
Niggas don't look away, they know that's my bitch
Ooh, when she send the text, it be new
She a trap and lil' batty, she rude
The way I put dick in the stomach
I ain't got to worry about dudes
Tell me what you know about racks
Tell me what you know about bands
You ain't never had a real bitch
Ride way harder than your mans
Yeah, I be fuckin' her crazy
Fuck around, make her only fans
Whatever I'm with, I know that she wit
Ain't nobody takin' the stand
Young Boucher, keep a bitch wet
They should call her nigga Bobby
High fashion, rich nigga in a box
They should call her nigga Roddy
She gon' run it back for me
I put the pack on her, she flee
She know ain't no one like me
She gon' run it back for me
Run it back, she go, she go, she go
Run it back, she go, she go, she go
Run it back, she know ain't no one like me
She gon' run it back for me
Oakland Raider, you fuck me, you pay her
Touchdown, you can't score, but I won't hit now and later
Damn, bae, you ballsy, give it to me so good I don't wanna sleep
Once we lock eyes, I'ma send a wink
And these hoes know my name, I ain't gotta speak
Big Boss, pop yo' shit
Big rocks and his girl, now they on my clit
Tell him, put me on your snap, I ain't in the pits
Back shots while I'm ass up on the dick
If he hit once, he gon' run it back
I ain't lost that nigga that I wanna back
I ain't miss not a band, I just spend the sex
I'm workin' on the B's like I'm in a trap
I'ma keep a player with you, want you on the team
Wanna lay up with you, wanna cook your food
Say a prayer with you, get the paper with you
I'm a real bitch, issue with the shits
We can get it back, I can move the bricks
Now you in the bowl, cause they see the kicks
She gon' run it back for me
I put the pack on her, she flee
She know ain't no one like me
She gon' run it back for me

Written by:
William Collins

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