Run Up On Lyrics - B4.da.$$ - Joey Bada$$

Yeah, run up on ya bitch like 

Probably run up on ya bitch like 

Lord, can I get a bad bitch? 

High class whip, be above the average 

Headed north west, that two seater Kardashian 

Type to give me brain up in the red light traffic 

And keep ya head up, that 2Pac blasting 

Face two stacks and then be back into this action 

No time to relax, I need someone to count this cash with 

That match with, give me what I'm maxin' 

The lady in the streets appear beast on that mattress 

That's it, you're the only one I'm trying to mack with 

But you could be a liability of fat acid 

How real is that ass miss? Bend that shit backwards 

Hit one back, crack the pussy like a password 

Bet that pussy's last word is master 

Ask her, roll my rocker til I made that astronaut 

That's NASA[?], be that young fly, nasty one 

Swallow the seeds, please, but you can't catch me slipping, hon 

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So let's just ride away 

We could die today 

Got no time to waste 

So just roll with me, baby 

Ride or die 

Always by your side 

Until the end of time 

Driving me crazy 

First thing's first, I, Joey 

Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the playboy bunnies 

The hoes love me, get down before the money 

Just know shit could get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny 

Just never worry, chinchillas in February 

Vanilla, that's when you ready 

Check the itinerary whenever it's necessary 

Keep my baby straight, peep my lady lace 

The Margiela to [?] 

Fool less it's planned and everything is in control 

So hit the gas and let's go 

It's no sleep til Brooklyn, another beastie boy 

And she just can't stop looking, she like it raw 

Real spitter and all and that's the word of mouth 

And let her sit in the jaw 

I'm so nasty, please just walk past me 

So tempted to grab it, I gotta have it 

We could be living lavish so tell me, girl, right away 

We could hit the bank then escape to the hideaway 

Is you riding, riding with me? 

Is you riding? 

Is you riding, riding with me? 

Is you riding? 

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So let's just ride away 

We could die today 

Got no time to waste 

So just roll with me, baby 

Ride or die 

Always by your side 

Until the end of time 

Driving me crazy 

Getting head in the whip, not crashing it 

Feel of a [?] short set, half Arabic 

I sit in dove room with candle lit 

Tell little mama handle it 

Or you could leave the sandals on and pull your skirt up 

I really remember reading Word Up 

Tiger beast, see me on the cover soon, fold out posters 

Hanging on your shorties wall 

I still be fucking women half my age when I'm 44 

Young skin, a winning personality 

Hard dick, million dollar salary 

These cheating refs calling fouls on me 

Break the fucking whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack 

Hop off the bozack, the .44 clap 

You'll need low jack to define your whole back 

Euros'll get down, you know that 

Swimming trunks and throwback 

Yeah, you know that 

So let's just ride away 

We could die today 

Got no time to waste 

So just roll with me, baby 

Ride or die 

Always by your side 

Until the end of time 

Driving me crazy