Lirik Lagu Who Run It - Roy Purdy (Remix)
Oktober 06, 2018
Lirik Lagu Roy Purdy Who Run It. Admin tidak menyedikan link download Lagu Who Run It Roy Purdy di blog Lirik Lagu ini. Lirik lagu ini merupakan koleksi lirik terpopuler di tahun sekarang. Berikut adalah lirik lagu Roy Purdy Who Run It
Artis : Roy Purdy
Judul Lagu : Who Run It
Diciptakan Oleh : Roy Purdy/DJ Paul/Juicy J
Album : Who Run It Remix
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Lirik Lagu Who Run It - Roy Purdy
I don't do talking, I get it done
They can hate all they want, I'm just having fun
These "Who Run It" remixes are overdone
But you know I just had to go show 'em some
I'm winnin' right now, I can never lose
Give a fuck about what they want me to do
Ya boy makin' plays, I'm makin' moves
Wanna know what I'm doin'? Just check the news
Moved from the Midwest to LA
Now there's nothing you can tell me
Tricks up my sleeve, I got plenty
It appears they wasn't ready
Pulled up the beat, now I'm rippin' it up like confetti
Fuck an AP, fuck a Rollie
Ballin' like Kobe
You do not know me, I know that you phony
They just mad 'cause I got the formuoli
Ay, ay
Pull up in a drop top whip on my top notch shit
Hit the stage with the mic and I rock that bitch
Tryna do it like me, you can stop that shit
Clout chasin' ass ho, had to drop that bitch
God damn, I really stay on the go
Just got back to LA, I been on the road
I'm back in my zone, so hold me the throne
Don't fuck with that fake shit, I leave it alone
And I stay in my lane, I could never switch up
They mad 'cause they see my whole team goin' up
Y-young wild boy, I'on really give a fuck
Made a hunnid bands then I had to go and double up
Okay, I'm goin' buck, I'm goin' hard
Poker face on me, not showing my cards
Mama told me "Baby boy, you a star
Just make sure to always stay true to who you are",
and I did that
Jeans black with a pink hat
Sorry, I don't wanna come to ya kickback
Oh no, so cold like Frozone
9-2-0, what I rep, that's home
Big racks, big facts, no foolery
Got 'em like "God damn, man, who is he?"
It's me, ya boy Roy so crispy
Really had to go and hit 'em with the quick speed
Too fast, look left, look right
You ain't gon' see nothin' like me in sight
Hit my dance real quick, ouu, I just might
Wanna sleep on me? Okay, good night
I'm gone, new song comin' soon
Ya boy Roy really been up in the stu'
It's nothin' new, yeah, this what I do
Been makin' music way before all the views
Whi-white T with the white vans
Oh man, god damn, I'm fresh
Kickin', laid back, life's good, no stress
I don't gotta flex, you know I'm up next
Sike, bitch, I'm up now
I'm holdin' it down
I'm feelin' great
I cannot frown
"Who Run It" remix
Just something light
Had to snap real quick,
now I'm droppin' the mic
Okay
They can hate all they want, I'm just having fun
These "Who Run It" remixes are overdone
But you know I just had to go show 'em some
I'm winnin' right now, I can never lose
Give a fuck about what they want me to do
Ya boy makin' plays, I'm makin' moves
Wanna know what I'm doin'? Just check the news
Moved from the Midwest to LA
Now there's nothing you can tell me
Tricks up my sleeve, I got plenty
It appears they wasn't ready
Pulled up the beat, now I'm rippin' it up like confetti
Fuck an AP, fuck a Rollie
Ballin' like Kobe
You do not know me, I know that you phony
They just mad 'cause I got the formuoli
Ay, ay
Pull up in a drop top whip on my top notch shit
Hit the stage with the mic and I rock that bitch
Tryna do it like me, you can stop that shit
Clout chasin' ass ho, had to drop that bitch
God damn, I really stay on the go
Just got back to LA, I been on the road
I'm back in my zone, so hold me the throne
Don't fuck with that fake shit, I leave it alone
And I stay in my lane, I could never switch up
They mad 'cause they see my whole team goin' up
Y-young wild boy, I'on really give a fuck
Made a hunnid bands then I had to go and double up
Okay, I'm goin' buck, I'm goin' hard
Poker face on me, not showing my cards
Mama told me "Baby boy, you a star
Just make sure to always stay true to who you are",
and I did that
Jeans black with a pink hat
Sorry, I don't wanna come to ya kickback
Oh no, so cold like Frozone
9-2-0, what I rep, that's home
Big racks, big facts, no foolery
Got 'em like "God damn, man, who is he?"
It's me, ya boy Roy so crispy
Really had to go and hit 'em with the quick speed
Too fast, look left, look right
You ain't gon' see nothin' like me in sight
Hit my dance real quick, ouu, I just might
Wanna sleep on me? Okay, good night
I'm gone, new song comin' soon
Ya boy Roy really been up in the stu'
It's nothin' new, yeah, this what I do
Been makin' music way before all the views
Whi-white T with the white vans
Oh man, god damn, I'm fresh
Kickin', laid back, life's good, no stress
I don't gotta flex, you know I'm up next
Sike, bitch, I'm up now
I'm holdin' it down
I'm feelin' great
I cannot frown
"Who Run It" remix
Just something light
Had to snap real quick,
now I'm droppin' the mic
Okay