Runnin Chords by 21 Savage Metro Boomin

[Start]

[Intro]
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Am ■  I  ■  ■ really hard to please
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Perhaps I have such special needs


[Verse]
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I wondered what was wrong with me
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My friends all fall so easily
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Called the first one Savage Mode my mood that's what it was
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Twenty sixteen we was ridin' around beatin' niggas up in the club
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I know she around for the money but act like she loyal I don't feel the love
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I'm so rich get bored might wake up buy me a car just 'cause
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Her titties is hard 'cause she spent a five my bitch titties cost me a dub
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All my bitches got BBLs all my bitches got butts
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I ain't with the rap beef Draco pedophile all of my opps get touched
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We ain't never ran off on no barber but we still be hoppin' out cuts


[Chorus]
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Runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin'
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I leave all my cars
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Runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin'
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All my opps be 
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Runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin'
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Wiped his nose it was
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Runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin'
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Savage never did no


[Verse]
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That Clase for your wife that hookah for your wife
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I'm Slaughter Gang pussy you know I brought my knife
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He was talkin' gangster we caught him at a light
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I let my young nigga do it it was free he wanted a stripe
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Havin' my way with the cheese I'm in the den with the thieves
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I know that she ratchet I could tell by the way that she wearin' her weave
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Smokin' on Zaza this shit came out the garden with Adam and Eve
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Chopper go fowfow shoot up your powwow niggas tryna make y'all bleed
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Got out of line spanked that baby we had to rock him to sleep
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Is it a issue Keep me a pistol I ain't finna diss you
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All that pillow talk I'ma have to send The Boogeyman to come get you
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Chain hang low like a yoyo your bitch ridin' dick like pogo


[Chorus]
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Runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin'
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I leave all my cars
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Runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' ■   runnin' runnin'
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All my opps be 
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Runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin'
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Wiped his nose it was
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Runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin'
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Savage never did no
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I bought a Hollywood bitch the club crucial
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I was at the Met Gala with my shooter
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Slaughter Gang Gang we don't do recruitin'
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Say you ready to catch a body gotta prove it


[Verse]
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Gotta prove that shit nigga
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Shit ain't no motherfuckin' game nigga
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Get your bitch ass whacked nigga
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Big facts big fourL nigga
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Big Zone six nigga
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We run the motherfuckin' city nigga
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Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on nigga
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Body for body nigga money for money nigga
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We skunkin' everybody
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Fuck your crew nigga we'll kill your crew
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Pussy ■   pussy pussy
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■  ■   ■   ■  


[Chorus]
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Are things better or worse the second time around
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Can we really do anything more than once


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