Timothy Blair - Run Run Run lyrics

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Timothy Blair - Run Run Run lyrics

[Tim Dog ad lib] f** you come in my face for talking about you wanna battle? You really wanna battle mother f**er? How much money you got in your pocket n***a? Two hundred dollars? That ain't enough n***a Get your rent money n***a Steal you mom's j**elry n***a Sell your car n***a Take your clothes of Get naked right now n***a You wanna battle get free get naked I'm a fifteen year mother f**ing veteran n***a Get naked right now n***a Spit your gun n***a Do it, do it n***a Spit your gun, spit [Chorus x2] Run run run with your little gun You can't do me You can't do me none I k** mother f**ers like you just for fun So bust your gun n***a Bust your gun [Verse 1] Spit fire But I warn you, you'll retire I ain't Kanya West I'll put your face through the wire n***as f**ing with D.O Me the C.O Or P.O A peon for thinking you could go against me son I battle n***as like a (?) That's a jet plane engine See don I tell you, you can't f** with me son All the sh** that I had mentioned I'm well beyond your comprehension Oh now you feel the tension and you wanna flow Well, that was my baby verse [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm pragmatic when it comes to static Put so many heads to bed n***as call me Mr. Craftmatic (?) finger on the automatic Listen to you cop a plea Before I catch a plane I'll let your f**ing brain have it Come one n***a or come all Pissed on n***as like (?) Got big balls You don't cause them small Smoke so many n***as they name me menthol Jump on the mic and scream out "Yes y'all!" Ready to bless y'all Ready to test y'all Aim for the face no need for a vest y'all I must confess to the crime Yo, give me life Cause I murder m.c.s on the mic Do what the f** I like Give dick to your b**h every night Get head when the p**y ain't right Mother f**ers want to be Tim Dog n***a not tonight [Chorus]