Lyrics Tokyo Jetz – Usain Bolt
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I got the plug and I ran with it
I got the juice and I ran with it
I got the sack and I ran with it
I got the bag and I ran with it
Ran with it, run it up
Ran with it, run it up
I got the juice and I ran with it
I got the plug and I ran with it
I got the juice and I ran with it
I got the sack and ran with it
I got the bag and I ran with it
Ran with it, run it up
Ran with it, run it up
Ran with it, run it up
I got the juice and I ran with it
I got the plug and I ran with it
See you got the plug and you ran off
And I been the reason my niggas eat
And you been the reason they fell off
No I do not fuck with no middle man
They just cut into the dividend
Yea lil bitch tried to talk you gon see when I
Slide pull up to the front and leave that bitch
Outside sho-shooters gon go when I need em
Li-light this butch up for no reason
Ain’t poppin for nothin not even the 4th
Shit on my ex on every accord
You the type niggas show up on the stand
Not plead the 5th, snitch on ya man
See my teachers thought I would be drug free
If I get in the game and it’s ova
Niggas whippin hit it with a soda
And he gon flip it like a athlete
Steal from the plug till the plug free
I got the plug and I ran with it
I got the juice and I ran with it
I got the sack and I ran with it
I got the bag and I ran with it
Ran with it, run it up
Ran with it, run it up
Ran with it, run it up
I got the juice and I ran with it
No I don’t fuck with no broke guys
And I don’t know him we got no ties
How the fuck you ain’t ran out the stoe yet
Fuckin with me, I ain’t met a hoe yet
See my foot on they neck how you feel now
Shut the fuck up so I know it’s real now
Came missin the kitchen bill nye, came missing the kitchen he bill nye
Man pull up and perk on a fuck nigga
Disrespectful I don’t give a fuck nigga
And you might get popped from the passenger window do the speed limit the dope in the finda
Fuck with the plug, he fucking with me
Gave up the pussy, she fuckin for free
Can’t take niggas serious they talking like hoes
Niggas really pandas in designer clothes
Chasin a sack they designer hoes and I can’t even blame em, you know how it go
Run to the money, bitch go get a stack
Like dope in the 80’s they calling me crack
I got the plug and I ran with it
I got the juice and I ran with it
I got the sack and I ran with it
I got the bag and I ran with it
Ran with it, run it up
Ran with it, run it up
Ran with it, run it up
I got the juice and I ran with it
I got the plug and I ran with it
I got the juice and I ran with it
I got the sack and ran with it
I got the bag and I ran with it
Ran with it, run it up
Ran with it, run it up
Ran with it, run it up
I got the juice and I ran with it
