SAN VIDA - R.I.B.S. (feat. Decembrr)

Yeah
Run it back
Yeah
Run it back
Yeah
Run it back
Yeah
Run it back
Yeah
Run it back
Run it back (Shit)
Run it back
Yeah (Shit)
Run it back
Run it back (Quick)
Run it back
Yeah
Run it back
Uh

Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back
Would ya run it back?
I just came back with the sauce
This real shit no floss
Warhol with this art
All costs be the boss
Chea
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back
Would ya run it back?
I just came back with the sauce
This real shit no floss
Real shit no floss
Real shit no floss
Chea

Real shit no flossy
Word to me I'm gon eat and get bigger
Your table too salty
Y'all still tryna compete with y'all niggas
You fools back off me
It'll never be enough room for me
I need my account on Dorthy
Add it up and then let it go
As if it's annoying me
When I was young they ignored the kid
Now they see we bigger I need management
Almost had a threesome, she was on her thang
And a girl she was feeling back home
I could've told her the same thing
Except I had two or three
Damn I was wylin at 15
Went to sleep that night still I had bigger dreams

Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back
Would ya run it back?
I just came back with the sauce
This real shit no floss
Warhol with this art
All costs be the boss
Chea
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back
Would ya run it back?
I just came back with the sauce
This real shit no floss
Real shit no floss
Real shit no floss

Look
These niggas really don't know me
Might go back to the old me
If rap is the field they can't hold me
Man I got em shook up like a goalie
Look at me scoring

Okay,
Run this shit back one time
Told myself it's crunch time
Was working hungry
Now it's brunch time
No Money no funny
Was no punch line
You got the juice
Not the sauce,
Ask the bitch what does she want
Been, staring at me all night
How'd she get in jeans so tight
Shordie throw it back one time
Yeah I got a man he don't mind
Now don't turn around and turn sour

Run it back sis
You just average
You just baggage
Run it back
Gimme my pen
Write a rap then
Lemme run it back for you

Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back then

Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back shit
Run it back
Would ya run it back?
I just came back with the sauce
This real shit no floss
Real shit no floss
Real shit no floss
Chea

Ha

Haha

Yeah i'm not hers she not mine
Drop it low for me one more time

Written by:
SAN VIDA

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