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Run This Town (Ft. Drake & Javon Black)

Yeah

Millzy I see you

T told me to do this shit

So I'mma do this shit

No Ceilings!

Yeah

Haha

Hehe

I'mma run this down tonight

Alright now, uh

Nigga we are

So ready for the war

C-A-R-T-E-R

Put the beat in E.R.

I'm colder than B-R

Add another three R's

Watch me like D-V-D, V-C-R

Pump to ya chest, I ain't talking C-P-R

Riding this track like a motherfucking street car

New Orleans coroner

His name is Frank Minor

Fuck with me wrong, you'll be waking up in his yard

Man I go crazy on the beat, I go nimrod

Man I act an ass, treat the beat like a haemorrhoid

Man I go to work on a beat, call it employ

Man I kicks it, bitch get your shin guard

Uh

Young Money run these

Towns, countries

I still eat rappers

Uummm, scrumptious

My goons tote thumpers

They pump them like krumpers

Anybody beat, I'm going to go Archie Bonkers

Tuneche be the wildest

Let's run the metropolis

I pop like lolly's

You drop like eye lids

The money keep calling, I hear the shit dialing

And they say money talks, you can hear my shit hollering

You softer then nylan, oops I meant nylon

Perfection is the goal and I'm headed to the pylon

Crown fit me good, I ain't even got to try on

The pistol mean business, that bitch should have a tie on

Tity done told me do this shit

So I had to do this shit

I get super hero money, call a nigga super rich

Keep it super for awhile, let me get on my super shit

Super ill, super sick

Dog I go super Vick

Ran into a super woman, turned her to a super bitch

Hit her with that super dick, she be cumming super quick

Super Millz, Mack, Tyga, Streets, Nelly, super Nick

Super Drizzy, Gudda, Chuckee, Twist, that's the super clique

Now I'm off that super shit

Fuck that shit, I super quit

Running circles round the game, like a hula hoop and shit

You gone have to loop this shit

There won't be a duplicate

And my blunts be super thick

I'm higher than a super kick

I-I'm the bomb baby, watch me nuke this shit

When I leave the booth, they got to scoop this shit

My apologies, diabolically

I'm the prodigy, do you roger me

I look in the flames, and see a hotter me

But how come I'm still colder than commonly?

Yeah, we run this town like a lot of feet

Young Mula baby, I'm proud of me

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