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Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah 'Cause you can get it right (Oh), you can get it right Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy) Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah 'Cause you can get it right (Oh), you can get it right Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy) My throne, this is my throne Heavy is the crown, and this shit is so cold So cold like my veins, I ain't never lied Castin' out these demons like I'm castin' out a line Okay chill, calm your horses, you get killed like abortions I'm so real, make you fear, them bullets hit you in your torso How you want it? You can get it, split 'em like some firewood I'm just out here by myself, wish-a-motha-fucka-would Okay, hit 'em with the buckshot, no fuck shit Go ahead 'cause I got not fucks to give What's up bitch? Lookin' for a lick, well shit I'm pissed, I don't need no pistol, hit 'em with fists Life's a bitch, mine's a hooker and she's rich And I'm a pimp, so off that money miss me with that funny shit Country rappers make me sick, half of y'all can't rap for shit Letras de cancionesComin' at you like a pit, then I'm passin' you like Vick I feel bad for laughin', when this half-assed rappin' gonna quit? I ain't known for runnin', but just know I came to run this shit For real Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah 'Cause you can get it right (Oh), you can get it right Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy) Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah 'Cause you can get it right (Oh), you can get it right Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy) Two tiimes, hit 'em two times Castin' out these demons like I'm castin' out a line I ain't lyin' fist fight me, whooey like a girl In the woods spinnin' tires, paint looks like a pearl Ayy, we got the sausage, you with the crust Feel the hit sit down deep in your gut One little gunshot make the barn rock with the fart Middle finger up, cook 'em in the crock pot Hop out while it's runnin', what up You will never see me comin', shut up All my critics mind your business Ain't hear nothin' but some crickets Butter you up like homemade biscuits Don't kiss ass but damn sure kick it Bitches, I'm up in these trenches Busta lookin' like a princess Princess up in lifted trucks No DJ but I mix it up No replay so live it up Don't take L's, we winnin' yup We winnin', come get it You fakin', we livin' Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah 'Cause you can get it right (Oh), you can get it right Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy) Oh Lord, I ain't never gonna run From no one, you fuckin' with the wrong one, yeah 'Cause you can get it right (Oh), you can get it right Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (Ayy, ayy, ayy) From Letras Mania