Runnin' Lyrics - Fantasea - Azealia Banks

I was born ready (Ha Ha) 

I'm working your man up in that circuit 

Bitch I plan to look that perfect 

Cheap little brand with a bitch that's certain 

Clique that gang and spit that curtain 

He wanna slam, wanna whip that serpent 

He wanna wham 

Wanna get it in, wanna get it out 

Wanna sweat it in, wanna lick it up 

But your nigga been listening to broads 

Sayin' niggas on the internet now 

So we kick it with the tickets to the what 

Damn motherfucker you can sniff it in the butt 

You a fan little nigga you be living for the cunt 

You be handful of scrilla while I'm jiggling the buns 

I can stop moving still jiggling the buns 

I can pop in the middle with a little bit of pun 

I can drop for your nigga when he get up in the front 

I can spot but you niggas gotta to get us in front 

But I'm not these bitches with the dick up on their tongues 

Not these bitches, all these niggas been among 

So it's not with me when I with your nigga in the crumbs 

And it's not me chilling with your nigga in the slums 

So run run whenever-whenever I'm in the sun, uh 

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Ima sp-spend this niggas sp-spinach 

I tell him to eat the couchie then hit this nigga for lyrics 

He know that I got that juicy 

That juicy booty, that fruity, that fruity tooti 

That natural beauty 

He rich; he poppin that bougie 

I got that Glock and that uzi 

That ch-ch-chop and the tuni 

I hit your block with a goonie and put a dot on ya nugget 

Split ya top and ya stomach 

Hit ya pops and ya cousin 

Miss the shot if he runnin' 

And get as hot as he want it 

You, you don't want 

I know you, you don't wanna fuck with me 

You on one, I'm on two 

Bang or get banged on; you choose 

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These niggas runnin 

These niggas runnin 

They stay pumping that game 

But these niggas frontin 

All day up on this stage 

These niggas like they something 

Say this bitch is coming 

Now these niggas runnin 

Runnin, runnin 

These niggas runnin 

I'm in the creme Coupe seats 

Color: gingerbread 

You know I got that bitch covered like a ninja head 

You say you bout to get buggin bout to spend your-bread 

So you bout to get smothered with that infrared 

Bet that strawberry banana f-fanna 

Click never jam-a 

I'm finna damage your armor and plan to blam at your grandma 

These niggas toting they hammers 

But really open punana's 

I smell these niggas 

They pussy they pussy they needa douche it 

Don't let him up in the cushion unless he come with the right do's 

If not, then bitch you better fuck you a white dude 

If not, then bitch he better come with the right dick 

If not, then bitch you probably know that he like dick 

Fuck feeding these niggas 

You bitches breeding these niggas? 

I get the beats from these niggas 

Then hit the streets with these niggas 

Y'all tryna sleep with these niggas 

I'm tryna eat with these niggas 

I read these niggas the script and get sick of seeing these niggas now