Big Foe Peaz - That 1 Run (feat. Ball Sensei & EW D-Tae)

Let me send this card all i know is fraud
Bitch i got buffies on like a vampire
She wan suck me in like a pacifier
Get yo jiggy on
I got big glocky wit extended on
I gotta new choppa wit sum titties on
I gotta new plug he from singerpore
I gotta new bih take her to bora bora
Put sum pucci on her she put the coochie on me
I wake up to money i got alotta pape
I get alotta hate i know a bad bitch but she on section eight
Imma pay her rent think it was thirty eight
Wen i was 13 kept a lil thirty eight
Wit a lemon squeeze dont make me buss yo grape
I got designer pants i smoke designer meds
I like sloppy head
I wake up wit my white sticks on i neva had shit
Lil bro aint old enough to vote but he is rich
I see acky errwhere i got this the purple tint
Niggas know i been on the lo wit the dogshit
I be outta town in a townhouse countin pape
Blowin big dookie wit a bad bitch she from the a
She gon always bring a extra bitch jus to get me straight
Imma always keep this shit a bean thats jus how i play
Imma up a spread bro gon up the pape
Lil black nigga from around my way he get you out the way
Take a trip to cali hit nobu for the lemonade
Pull up to the jungles im straight wen im in la
Not a purple dread on my head get a finger laid
Think this shit sweet on the east get yo sprinter sprayed
Thinkin shit sweet wit big peaz got another thang
Not the glocky its the other thang five seven range
Lil bro got sum hella aim niggas hella lame
Im the same i aint neva change jus sum better chains
Fuckin on a lil county bitch she like im the mane
Dick her down she insane i forgot her name
Sorry bae im stuck in my ways like my nigga say
Scratchin off in the trackhawk hook cant catch a break
Mini drake turn a opp face to a fuckin steak
Me and ball scoopin all cards gettin to the pape
I told mar pass the blick im the shooter he the driver
Tryna run in that scat bitch im shootin at his tires
I dont even trust shit every bitch is a lier
Have a nigga jaw shut like he singin thru the wire
You aint even hit that bitch lil nigga you a lier
Threw his ass in that room he in there singin like a choir
Yeah im on sum wock wit a dumb roll
If you aint screamin rip chop then get the fuck on
Gotta drake for any nigga talkin tuff tone
High as hell got my bitch fuckin wit my buffs on
Kinky bitch she let me hit it wit the cuffs on
Nigga really mad that his bitch gettin fucked on
Told her ass get up out my face for she get bussed on
Got the head from the lil bitch she took the bus home

Written by:
Patrick Harrison

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