On the Run lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro]
Bobby Kritical

[Chorus]
Shawty got sex appeal
I'ma have my best, yeah
Lick on her flesh, yeah
Squeeze on her breasts, yeah
I need the big deals
I need the big wheels
Diamonds got big chill
Pop me a big pill
These n*ggas ain’t real
Tell her how I feel
Life get unreal
This how I live
Everything A1, yeah
Hold weight, this a ton, yeah
Can't run out of fun, yeah
Me and you on the run, yeah (Let's go)

[Verse 1]
Shawty got pus*y like water
I fell in love with your daughter
Foreign hoes, came from the bottom
Flip them hoes like a quarter (Flip)
Paper on a n*gga like Harlem
I’ma let it ride like the model
f*ck around, you gon' get slaughtered
Got a n*gga feelin' like Tha Carter (Yes, let's go)
Got too many hoes that be callin' my phone, but I'm focused on you
I be lookin' for you, I be textin' you, I be sexin’ you (Sexin’ you)
She got her own and she still in school
Lil' mama a fool, what’s a player to do?
Can't look like a fool, I'm just playin' it cool
[Chorus]
Shawty got sex appeal
I’ma have my best, yeah
Lick on her flesh, yeah
Squeeze on her breasts, yeah
I need the big deals
I need the big wheels
Diamonds got big chill
Pop me a big pill
These n*ggas ain't real
Tell her how I feel
Life get unreal
This how I live
Everything A1, yeah
Hold weight, this a ton, yeah
Can't run out of fun, yeah
Me and you on the run, yeah

[Verse 2]
Me and you on the run, yeah
Kick it with the B's like Bun, yeah
Can I get a piece of that bun? Yeah
Hottest n*gga under the sun, yeah
Name hold weight, this a ton, yeah
Shawty think he hard with a gun, yeah
If sh*t pop off, he'll run, yeah
All them n*ggas ain't nothin', yeah
Balenciaga runners, no sprint though
Twenty-two hundreds for the Rick O
Twenty-two hundred ain't sh*t, ho
Twenty-two thrown on your b*tch, woah (b*tch, woah)
Play with them racks, yeah
Fendi to match, yeah
They say that I'm back, yeah
Count it exact, yeah
[Chorus]
Shawty got sex appeal
I'ma have my best, yeah
Lick on her flesh, yeah
Squeeze on her breasts, yeah
I need the big deals
I need the big wheels
Diamonds got big chill
Pop me a big pill
These n*ggas ain't real
Tell her how I feel
Life get unreal
This how I live
Everything A1, yeah
Hold weight, this a ton, yeah
Can't run out of fun, yeah
Me and you on the run, yeah
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