On The Run - text

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[Intro]
And I try to stop, oh
Baby
(808 Mafia)
Baby (Baby), baby (Baby)
Baby (You are my baby)
(Gezin)
Ha (Baby)

[Chorus]
Baby, I've been on the run (Yeah)
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my dick (Yeah), there's a gun (Uh)
Not right there, just a little above (Uh)
I value my relationship is forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
Pour a cup of codeine in the new plug (Yeah)
And them hot rod pockets I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Huh, lean (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put Biscotti in my lungs
I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam (bow, bow, ba-ba-bow)
Huh, let my gun bust a nut then leave (Yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene (Uh-uh)
Close range so I got blood on my jeans (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean(Uh-Huh)
Bank rolled up, I been swimmin' in green (Uh, Huh)
Still the blue face king
Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean
I know my haters hate to see me succeed (Uh-Huh)
When they get the chance they'll end up murderin' me (Uh-Huh)
This shit got me laughin', ha-ha (Ha-ha)
KelTec get to rappin', gra gra
Fuck nigga, I'm yo' father
Don't matter if you older
They say age is just a number
If that's the case I'm way older
These who? (These niggas)
And these bitches that think that they get it
For a backstage pass she can suck a dick, bitch
I got a bitch better, get you a ticket
Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
But my shirt Mason Martin, my shoes double C
I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
That I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery

[Chorus]
Baby, I've been on the run
But I would never run from your love
If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
Not right there, just a little above
I value my relationship is forever
But I've been cheatin' on the drugs (Yeah)
Pour a cup of codeine in the new plug (Yeah)
And them hot rod pockets I need two of 'em (Yeah)
Huh, lean
Put Biscotti in my lungs
I'm smokin' green
Chopper on me, I don't talk, I just up the beam
Huh, let my gun bust a nut then leave (Yeah)
I ain't leave a clue on the scene
Close range so I got blood on my jeans

[Open verse]

[Bridge]
But I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery

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