Текст песни Run Through - The Plug, Stefflon Don, Swae Lee

Run Through

Don’t waste my time\nYou know I be on the way\nYou know that I keep it cool\nYou know that I’m on the high\nYou know that you got me schemin'\nSearchin' for all the signs\nI gave everything to you\n'Cause you always treat me nice\nAyy, but that mean nothing, no way\nDon’t get it fucked, don’t listen to what y’all say\nI got you jaded and I did it my way\nTrick or treatin', got me feeling no way, ayy\nAin’t seen you in a hunnid days\nI love you, that’s forever, always\nPray for you, papi, pray for you to stay safe\nAsk for an angel to guide you through your days, hey\nLight it up, light it up, oh\nTrick on me, I light it up (Oh, oh)\nGet you high, high enough (High enough)\nDon’t need no Backwoods, I’m your only drug\nWe them niggas runnin' through (We them niggas runnin' through, hmm, yeah)\nWe them niggas runnin' through it (We them niggas runnin' through it, hmm, yeah)\nHunnid K, I went and blew it (Hunnid K, I went and blew it, oh)\nBad shit, I had to do it (Cash, cash, cash, cash, oh)\nHate on me, I wouldn’t do it (Hate on me, I wouldn’t do it, yeah)\nYou mad at me, I fuckin' knew it (Yeah, I fuckin' knew, hmm, yeah)\nYeah, and I’m flickin' through it (Oh)\nLikin' old photos, flickin' through it\nYeah, we them niggas they want to be\nAddicted like, «Damn» (What you want?)\nHoldin' this money right next to me\nFillin' my pants (Yeah)\nLike, «Uh» (Uh)\nYeah, she wanna fuck 'cause I’m on (She do)\nWe been broke for too long\nFlyin' to Paris, I’m gone (Flyin')\nThis shit came to me, when shit change, it make me wait (Ooh-uh, oh)\nAnd I don’t feel pain, now I’m okay (I'm okay)\nShe fell in love with all the finer things (Ooh-uh)\nDon’t feel good unless racks up in the safe\nWe them niggas runnin' through (Hmm, yeah)\nWe them niggas runnin' through it (Hmm, yeah)\nHunnid K, I went and blew it (Oh)\nBad shit, I had to do it (Oh)\nHate on me, I wouldn’t do it (Yeah)\nYou mad at me, I fuckin' knew it (Hmm, yeah)\nYeah, and I’m flickin' through it (Oh)\nLikin' old photos, flickin' through it\nDo it\nHate on me, I wouldn’t d-\nWe them niggas runnin' through\nHate on me, I wouldn’t do it\nHate on me, I wouldn’t do it