Runway ft. D Hen Lyrics

Brian, what did you do

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Granny said she need it, ain't been working, she's been hurting

Can't do it on her own and she ain't even got a husband

I'm hoping, hit a lick like any given Sunday

I'm timeless, bitch I'm grinding Sunday to Sunday

Aye , all my bitches bad, they should be on the runway

All my bitches bad, they wanna be my number one bae

What you got for me, I got a move on my blunt face

C8, this ain't no SRT or no V8

Three days, I done put a shh in a briefcase

I ain't tricking, but I'm saying you gon' get paid if you roll with me

Three days, only took me three days

She done gave me head in the E-Lade

I ain't giving her nothing, told her be safe

Smoking all these woods, I can't see straight

Oh your friends bad, let's have a three-way

All pink 50s, outside of your city

All my bitches bad and bougie, feel like Uzi with the semi

I've been riding through the hood like every day I feel like Kenny

I can tell that these boys all cap, they like Timmy

Ay, ay, turn me up, yeah, turn me up

They know we the hottest in the city, we burning up

I'm on Outer Drive with a lil' vibe, I spilled my cup

Them pot holes got me lane swerving, I ain't drunk

Somewhere OT, fancy restaurant, I'm eating duck

I need them dollars, I be feeling like Dame in the clutch

I feel like Giannis with the bucks

I told my lil' yeah, I'll probably be in love if she ain't do so much

I told my lil' yeah, I'll be right back, I'll keep in touch

I need the AP and the Buffies whiter than the Ku Klux

Really, I don't give a damn, let's get back to business then

I just hit yo' bitch for hours, she said you a minute, man

I just hit yo' bitch all night, said she been a fan

I just hit yo' bitch and then I spinned her like a ceiling fan