"Run That" lyrics
J. Anders & LoveRance Lyrics
You say you want me
Then why you frontin
Stop playing hard to get
It's all or nothing
Hit my line, line, line
I'm tryna run that
Hit my line, line, line
I'm tryna run that
She like to do it with no hands in the back seat
Foreplay, lap dance, pedicured feet
Tinted windows so her baby daddy don't see
I can bet an Usher buck, she gone keep it nasty
I don't smoke weed but I can get you high baby
Pop that ass like it's 4th of July baby
Need a fix, I'm the plug, the supply baby
Late nights, what we on
Come and take a ride baby
I got a A6, we could take a flight too
Spaceship with legs through the moon roof
And I don't say shit, show you what that mouth do
So don't say shit, show me what that mouth do
She got that good, good
Pink pearl, Fendi Gucci
I don't need a name brand
Just you in a two piece
Only sip dark
Hulu in a Jacuzzi
So bring ya ass to the room
I'ma leave the room key
You say you want me
Then why you frontin
Stop playing hard to get
It's all or nothing
Hit my line, line, line
I'm tryna run that
Hit my line, line, line
I'm tryna run that
Young God, you should greet me on both knees
Tell me how the hell you hating from the nosebleeds
Yeah he gets you what you want, but does he please your needs
Can you get yourself open, can you set a screen
Pick and roll, give and go
Gave yo' wrist a glow
Now you can show these
Other hoes how shit can go
When I penetrate your mental
Intercontinental
All in yo' dental
I'm riding this instrumental how you ride me
Don't be a headache baby give me body
Perfectionist but I like my head sloppy
Gotta get you home tonight like you foxy
Ya wrist kinda rocky
Colorado drinking saki, Pakistaki
You looking thick as shit, saying watch me
Running to that bedroom Kenny Smith knocked kneed
You say you want me
Then why you frontin
Stop playing hard to get
It's all or nothing
Hit my line, line, line
I'm tryna run that
Hit my line, line, line
I'm tryna run that
Then why you frontin
Stop playing hard to get
It's all or nothing
Hit my line, line, line
I'm tryna run that
Hit my line, line, line
I'm tryna run that
She like to do it with no hands in the back seat
Foreplay, lap dance, pedicured feet
Tinted windows so her baby daddy don't see
I can bet an Usher buck, she gone keep it nasty
I don't smoke weed but I can get you high baby
Pop that ass like it's 4th of July baby
Need a fix, I'm the plug, the supply baby
Late nights, what we on
Come and take a ride baby
I got a A6, we could take a flight too
Spaceship with legs through the moon roof
And I don't say shit, show you what that mouth do
So don't say shit, show me what that mouth do
She got that good, good
Pink pearl, Fendi Gucci
I don't need a name brand
Just you in a two piece
Only sip dark
Hulu in a Jacuzzi
So bring ya ass to the room
I'ma leave the room key
You say you want me
Then why you frontin
Stop playing hard to get
It's all or nothing
Hit my line, line, line
I'm tryna run that
Hit my line, line, line
I'm tryna run that
Young God, you should greet me on both knees
Tell me how the hell you hating from the nosebleeds
Yeah he gets you what you want, but does he please your needs
Can you get yourself open, can you set a screen
Pick and roll, give and go
Gave yo' wrist a glow
Now you can show these
Other hoes how shit can go
When I penetrate your mental
Intercontinental
All in yo' dental
I'm riding this instrumental how you ride me
Don't be a headache baby give me body
Perfectionist but I like my head sloppy
Gotta get you home tonight like you foxy
Ya wrist kinda rocky
Colorado drinking saki, Pakistaki
You looking thick as shit, saying watch me
Running to that bedroom Kenny Smith knocked kneed
You say you want me
Then why you frontin
Stop playing hard to get
It's all or nothing
Hit my line, line, line
I'm tryna run that
Hit my line, line, line
I'm tryna run that
