"Run My FaXe" lyrics

"Run My FaXe"

Aye, shit, aye, yuh, oh yeah aye
Keep playing with me, bitch
Keep fucking playing with me
I'll beat a nigga's ass 'fore I pop him with the Glock
What the fuck are you looking at, bruh?
Yeah, aye, aye

Run my fade, bitch (Bitch)
Run my fade, bitch (Bitch)
Run my fade, bitch (Bitch)
Run my fade, bitch (Aye)
Run my fade, hoe (Hoe)
Run my fade, bitch (Bitch)
Run my fade, hoe (Hoe)
Run my fade, bitch (Bitch)

I'll beat a nigga's ass fo' I pop him with the Glock
But if it's 'bout a bag, I might pop out with the Glock
I got Louie on my ass, I paid cash on the spot
I got niggas on my ass 'cause my bag worth a lot
Come and try it, hoe, come and try it, bitch
I'm excited, hoe, I invite this shit
I got fire, bro, I'mma light this bitch
I'm on fire, hoe, you a liar, bitch

Run my fade, bitch (Bitch)
Run my fade, bitch (Bitch)
Run my fade, bitch (Bitch)
Run my fade, bitch (Aye)
Run my fade, hoe (Hoe)
Run my fade, bitch (Bitch)
Run my fade, hoe (Hoe)
Run my fade, bitch (Bitch)

I got my blicky, nigga, I let it bang (I let it go)
That ain't no blicky, nigga, it's not the same
You not with ICAH, nigga, you not with game
We just put our's dicks in bitches, they don't get fame, fame, fame
Now my dick in yo' bitch, she let it bang, bang, bang
No revenge for this shit, we not the same, same, same
If a nigga pull up, then I want brain, brain, brain (Aye)
You might get fucked, it's all game, game, game

Run my fade, bitch (Bitch)
Run my fade, bitch (Bitch)
Run my fade, bitch (Bitch)
Run my fade, bitch (Aye)
Run my fade, hoe (Hoe)
Run my fade, bitch (Bitch)
Run my fade, hoe (Hoe)
Run my fade, bitch (Bitch)
(Aye)

Run my fade, hoe (Aye)
Run my fade, bitch (Aye)
Run my fade, hoe (Aye)
Run my fade, bitch (Aye)
Run my fade, hoe (Aye)
Run my fade, bitch (Yeah)
Run my fade, hoe (Aye)
Run my fade, bitch (Aye, aye, aye)
Bitch, bitch, a'ight


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