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MGD - Running lyrics
[Chorus] Splacka splacka, splacka splacka, splacka splacka Shot him anyway, motherfucker I don't play They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on Point it at the crowd and commence to splacking Point it at the crowd and commence to splacking I got a mission to six to hook up with some tricks Them hoes wanna help out a nigga on his spliff So I pull up at the hotel room with no guilt Thinking if I'm gone get away or if I'm gone get kilt But fuck it, I gotta do it, my pockets kind of brown So I kick in the door and lay the motherfucker down Don't budge, don't breathe, don't even make the slightest noise If you do motherfucker, I'm putting a six to your boys Splacka splacka, splacka splacka, splacka splacka Shot him anyway, motherfucker I don't play yeah Tied up the motherfucker onto the chair Then have thoughts of killing him, just leaving him right there Some more niggas came in, I said fuck it, lets fiend him Pop the nigga in the chair and then I ran with the caprice Now I'm on the run, straight up I gotta go Through the window and then I fell with the hoes [Chorus] Now I'm riding with these two hoes thinkin that I'm stuck Then they pull to the side and they ask for they cut Now ain't this a bitch, what the fuck I'm gone do I got the gat from the back and I bust them hoes too Took them out in the field, headed to my niggas house I got blood into the seat, dippin to the south And I hope I don't run into College Park or East Point Couldn't pick up no wealth, but I got papers for a joint Then I ride east and made a right on Washington Road I caught a wicked ass thought and a light in my nose I'm thinking of these motherfuckers that used to be down with me They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G So I crept on in, and caught the niggas sleeping good What the fuck, East Point controlling the hood I gotta get the hell on and make my escape But then leave the motherfuckers, got caught by the gate [*repeat 8X*] They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G At the apartments, I'm headed for the highway I got plenty faith in this shit, it's going my way I was laid back, cooling, like I went to Missourch?? Outside were the boys of the niggas that I jacked there first I made a left, the hell on with a joint in my mouth I'm rolling fast as fuck, towards 85 South Policed the other motherfuckers, then other motherfuckers Trying to take me down, but I refuse to hit the ground I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on Before these motherfuckers try to take me up in the zone I got herbs and curbs everywhere, I should be bendin I got a feeling it's gonna be a fucked up ending I got a flat, my chins broke with all these foes behind me Only thought in my mind was to get the nine G I got up out the car with the gat but have my back Point it at the crowd and commence to splackin [*repeat until fade*] Point it at the crowd and commence to splackin {*4X* I gotta move baby, baby gotta get the hell on {*2X* They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G {*4X* |
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