Run Run Lyrics - Tamar Braxton

Yeah 

He fall pretty hard when he get that pum, pum 

Head up in the stars make him wanna come, come 

Come flying to my love like the bullet out the gun 

Take control of my body 

Boy, come and get you some 

Yeah 

You've got me high 

And I ain't smoke a bit 

All I know, I'm rocking it (rocking it) 

Boy, you got that teasah 

You ain't finna leave her 

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That loving it 

Taste just like sugar, sweetie 

Make 'em wanna run, run 

Love everything I do bring 'em to his knees, eh 

Make the boy dumb, dumb (dumb, dumb, dumb) 

He be always asking: When we gon' meet? 

I say: At the house 'round one (one, one, one) 

That loving it 

Taste just like sugar, sweetie 

Make 'em wanna run, run 

Run, run 

Ain't no sweeter 

Run, run 

Momma know how to treat em' 

Run, run 

Make 'em cold 'cause he needs her 

Run, run 

Run, run 

Run, run 

Run, run 

Photos 

I can't hang with girls, they be looking at me crazy (looking at me crazy) 

Told 'em that my lover, man, need me on the daily (need me on the daily) 

He get all my affection and all my adoration 

I'ma leave 'em early 'cause I can't keep 'em waitin' 

You've got me high (so high) 

And I ain't smoke a bit 

All I know, I'm rocking it (all I know, I'm rocking it) 

Boy, you got that teasah 

You ain't finna leave her (wooh) 

That loving it 

Taste just like sugar, sweetie 

Make 'em wanna run, run 

Love everything I do, bring 'em to his knees, eh 

Make the boy dumb, dumb (dumb, dumb, dumb) 

He be always asking: When we gon' meet? 

I say: At the house 'round one (one, one, one) 

That loving it 

Taste just like sugar, sweetie 

Make 'em wanna run, run 

Run, run 

Ain't no sweeter 

Run, run 

Momma know how to treat em' 

Run, run 

Make 'em cold 'cause he needs her 

Run, run 

Run, run 

Run, run 

Run, run 

That loving it 

Taste just like sugar, sweetie 

Run, run 

Run-run, run run 

He be chasing after me like a honey bee, yeah 

Run, run 

Run, run run 

Run, run (run run) 

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah 

Come on get your life 

That's why I'ma bad bitch all around