[Chorus x2 - Pharrell] + (Girl)
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If you love my niggaz
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I'm saying but, if you only love my niggaz
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We can make this run, for my niggaz
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And if you die, hope you'll fly high
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(Don't worry baby, I'll make this money for you)
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[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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Make me an offer I can't refuse, pistol is wild
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Pretty face, no mask, undeniably fit for the job
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Bitch wit a heart, ready to thump, money is king
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Wit my lap on the throne strokin' a cat, runnin' a scheme
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[Pharrell]
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My niggaz get high off the reefer, and quick to heat ya
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If ya feel ya cold-blooded, I got something to heat ya
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It's called a hollow tip, dum, dum, follow clip and numb some
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If you don't know the language, then don't speak the gun dun
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[Cha Cha]
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Eyes like black chips of glass, little wit an unholy light
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Ya chances of survival, like a roll of these dice
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Execution style, ski-mask, no smile
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Throw the ace, in the hidden safe, up under the towel
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[Royce Da 5'9"] + (Cha Cha)
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We definitely blow, stick wit me, know ya limitations
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Speak when spoke up, stay away from the rest of these hoes
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You ready to kill (No doubt) these niggaz is jerks
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Broke niggaz wit cheap guns, and triggers that work
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[Pharrell]
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If ya pops share my, cli-ker, carry street sweepers
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And hit ya more times than the worthless bitch, on ya beeper
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Revenge is that bitch, and she won't come lesser than
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So if ya hit me, God'll get me and give me breath again, bitch, get it right
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[Chorus x2] + (Pharrell)
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Yeah, yeah, yo
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[Verse 2 - Pharrell]
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Niggaz wanna see me lying hurt, wanna stain my Hawaiian shirt
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'Cause I put it out, they supplying dirt
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Two German Black bitches, begging y'all to try and flirt
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Rude and twins, and all they rock is iron skirts
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[Cha Cha]
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My bitches got mo's of alley cats, armed wit steel bats
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And mo's is stealing stacks, double back, and tally that
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When shit go down, don't expect me to run
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Never forget dun, two guns, is better than one
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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This money is golden, low and behold, blowing holes
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Through what I'm standing in front of you holding, niggaz know
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Trench coats in Detroit summers, you gotta mean nigga
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Wit long guns, you gon' run nigga, run
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[Pharrell]
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If I die nigga, slit my back so my wings can come out
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And fly nigga, sky high nigga, age is my gun
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If I keep fuckin' her, I might die wit her
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If you shoot me and my wings come out, then that's a fly stitcher
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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Stay on ya toes, I got diamonds to watch, frukit niggaz
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I took it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box
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Dog, let me catch a nigga eyeing my watch
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What I'm firing's hot, just aim, and rely on the dot
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3 - Pharrell]
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Fifty karat link-link, mad 'cause ya lead kink
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Me and my bitch is frozen, regardless to her pink mink
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Freeze ya eyeballs, you don't want a part of that
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Cardiovascular, VVS heart attack
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[Cha Cha]
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Would you blast for me, put up the cash for me
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Out in the world dodging bullets, become a casualty
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For ten bricks shit, twenty-four furs, and ten whips
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I flip and sends shit, through bitches appen-dix
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[Pharrell]
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For my beach fifty grand, I'm laughing at that advance
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I spent that at Dolce, on shirts, shades, and leather pants
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Million dollar deals, Lord I'm scared my life's changing
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Cupid's cousin, money keeping shooting, wit nice aimin'
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[Cha Cha]
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It's no sane, this drug game, flourished, niggaz transform
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And hide into courage, but they blows be malnourished
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Let's see who get the furbus, bag annoys ass nigga
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Extra, like you surplus
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[Royce Da 5'9"] + (Royce + Pharrell + Cha Cha)
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Huh, I come dirt, anyone under one-thirty, ya slapped
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Ain't even gun worthy, fuck yo niggaz
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I'm the king of this shit, thuggin, let's get these moneys
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And make niggaz dearly beloved (I love my niggaz)
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[Chorus x6]
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Make This Run (featuring Pharrell & Cha Cha)
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| Royce Da 5'9'' |
