RUN ME DOWN Lyrics By Giggs
Yeah, them bricks on the ship goes up and down
That bitch on my dick goes up and down
Better stick to the script, till we comin' round
Gonna rain on you pricks and it's comin' down
It's a hit, it's a hit, got the summer sound
Got the game in a grip, got 'em runnin' round
Got my name on your lips, and me comin' round
Never came with no tricks, had to dumb it down
But I cam with a bitch and a bummy pound
And the mandem were bitch, and the bomb me down
But my chick's lookin' sick in a yummy gown
Put her hands in my jeans and she shove it down
Little shoobs, little shoobs, little club in town
Got the goons in the place, with the chubby rounds
Best stand over there, yeah, them muggy bounds
**** jump out the pram, make the buggy bounce
Got a dozen down
Big Bird, doesn't doubt, nah
Doesn't shout
That doesn't count
Got your hands in the air, put 'em fuckin' down
Gonna end up in lost and the fuckin' found
Got her hands in my face, yeah, she's lovin' brown
I'm the man in the place that they're runnin' down
Run me down
Run me down, yeah, yeah
Run me down
Okay, rub me down, yeah, yeah
Run me down
Run me down
Run me down
Okay, rub me down
Got the big CEOs and the taggies down
Did the show, sponsored clothes
Put the shottas down
Yeah, stuck to the code, **** shot it down
Yeah, I fucked on the road
**** caught it down
Run me down
Run me down
Run me down
Okay, rub me down
Buff
That's gettin' bust
That's gettin' beat up
That's getting rushed, yeah, yeah
Game in my hand
That's gettin' crushed
Clean up the mess
Dust pan and brush
Creep from the riddim like I'm venomous
Backyard full of skeleton
Nickname Sheldon
I already told you on Shellington
Dem man are soft
You know, handle with care
Delicate
Us man are armed
Swing off the chandelier and drop everything
Let's play a game called who da fucks matter
Knife work, doin' up bladders
Right turn, too many cameras
Turn back, hidin' my face
Like I'm movin' embarrassed
That's how I maneuver with daggers
Takin' stripes and numerous badges
My **** so mental
I don't know if they stupid or savage
Bikes, I got a few in the garage
We'll ride on whoever's bangin'
Night, king, I take the juice out the dragon
Might, swing, I make a human a cabbage
Night wing, I'm like who wid is active
It's GH, I'm comin' from the East Side
Old school green gate, runnin' in my Levi's
Round here brethren at the seaside
Man get stuck up and deep fried
With both gloves off, I punch up a beeline
Fuck it up and then rewind
Double clutch and look behind
Summer's up, but I keep fires
Somethin' tucked like I'm Eli
Run me down
Run me down
Run me down
Okay, rub me down
Run me down
Run me down
Run me down
Okay, rub me down
Got the big CEOs and the taggies down
Did a show, sponsored clothes
Put the shottas down
Yeah, stuck to the code, **** shot it down
Yeah, I fucked on the road
**** caught it down
Run me down
Run me down
Run me down
Okay, rub me down
