Lola Monroe - Run This World Remix Lyrics

Lola Monroe - Run This World Remix Lyrics:

lola monroe,

i mean you already know

what the fuck it is

hold up dj you gon’ wanna run this back

when i run up on the track ain’t no runnin’ runnin’ that

imma rain rice (?) run it baby ain’t no runnin’ back

if he ring around the rosee bet i run up on that ass

ashes and ashes thrown left here

be amazed when i dust that ass

that’s just them glasses on still

see you snakes never trust that grass

crashes and slashes gon’ hit

this game when i ride up on and bust that glass

matches (?) that last reason

that you bitch’s ain’t offended cause my butt’s that fat

need i break it down how i’m bigger than you

nigga pick a business need i bigger (?) than you

cause i big (?) a mean you, cause my figure (?) than you

stick a ______________(?) feel like the trigga dem blue

i could tell you no biggie but things dun changed

so really this a warnin’ fore you go deranged

when i kick in the door it be suicidal thoughts

you be ready to die pro’lly have it arranged

now you know you dead wrong when you switch yo game

prayin’ on my dwonfall now you da bitch o’ game

you never hit cocaine that’s what my high’s be like

sky’s the limit my rise (?) get life sized

and give me the nasty stripes, size, and types

the bitch’s with no heart, bitch’s with no butt

fuck was you made for like bitch’s with no art

my bitch’s a cold shark my malicious a cold heart

__________________(?) of no thought, whore, all you whores

all you saw how i run b-more (?)

and that was in the hood bitch i’m better than before

now you bitch’s ain’t enough (?) they tryna build a new report (?)

but no, i just keep ‘em movin’

my success is proven

while you nigga’s sleepin’ drollin’

gettin’ closer to my crown who you

bitch’s think you foolin’

see the fear from my improvin’

i be doin’ some removin’

bitch i’m finna put it down,

down, down, down, down, down, down

self made bitch, self paid bitch

no coats now but it’s really self paid with

no cosign i dun really self made it

their money jokes _____(?) bout hatred

lola monroe hoe swag on a billi’

the shoe game stupid the bag ain’t illy

cocaine coop in the shit sincerely

besides she could binge i need about a trili

but i’m a nation god i’m trippin’

built this from the bottom pimpin’

only the bigginin’ you ain’t gotta clap for it

only the beginnin’ bank on it back board