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Ok, It's DFR we so alive Fresh Demarco in this bitch Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea Running man, running man, running man, running man off with the bands Running man, running man, running man, running man off with the bands Which way did he go with the pack, which way did he go with the pack Which way did he go with the sack, which way did he go with the sack Running man, running man, running man, running man off with the bands Running man, running man, running man, running man off with the bands Which way did he go with the pack, which way did he go with the pack Which way did he go with the pack, which way did he go with the pack Which way did he go with the pack, which way did he go with the pack They call me Jadeveon Clowney, cuz they know I got the sack My plug be kickin' it off you know I'm runnin' it back I told that lil bitch if I said it I meant yea that shit a fact My niggas they down to get it finessin we tryna get racks I came in the door like I want the money man fuck a lil plaque I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it I don't mean to brag I woke up this morning just feelin' like money I'm all in my bag Running man, running man, running man, running man off with the bands Running man, running man, running man, running man off with the bands Which way did he go with the pack, which way did he go with the pack Which way did he go with the sack, which way did he go with the sack Running man, running man, running man, running man off with the bands Running man, running man, running man, running man off with the bands Which way did he go with the pack, which way did he go with the pack Which way did he go with the pack, which way did he go with the pack Running man, running man, running man, running man off with the bands I ain't tryna kill nobody but I'll knock 'em out with the hands Already came with a squad I don't really need more friends Gotta keep my circle tight they don't need to know my plans Nigga like me gon' live everyday like this my last Bitch ass niggas all they wanna do is hate they can kiss my ass Got my mind on the hustle yea a young nigga tryna get my cash I ain't worried bout yall I'm thinkin' bout the money while I hit my gas Running man, running man, running man, running man off with the bands Running man, running man, running man, running man off with the bands Which way did he go with the pack, which way did he go with the pack Which way did he go with the sack, which way did he go with the sack Running man, running man, running man, running man off with the bands Running man, running man, running man, running man off with the bands Which way did he go with the pack, which way did he go with the pack Which way did he go with the pack, which way did he go with the pack
Writer(s): Frederick Washington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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