Run Yo' Mouf Lyrics

Nelly Da Dolly

I’m godly, I’m heaven sent

Nelly Da Dolly, I’m godly

I’m relevant, hoes is irrelevant

You wanna get high?

Nelly Da Dolly

I come through all godly

White girls say I’m gnarly

My bitches is barbies

These niggas can’t cross me

Like Kelis, I’m bossy

Good salad, come toss me

Good salad, come toss me

Yo’ man wanna talk to me

Tell him get off of me

I’m hotter than coffee

That’s why bitches salty

La-Di-Da-Di

I’m naughty

Your bitch gon’ get bodied

I’m slaying, I’m looking exotic

I look like a hottie

I look like a lick

Your man on my dick, tell that hoe suck the clip

After I fuck him, he leave me a tip

These hoes can’t take notes if I ain’t leaving them tips

Oop

Free game, the weak bitch can’t play me

Can’t work with that bitch If that bitch acting lazy

Say something ‘bout me and I bet I go crazy

She running her mouth, hope that got up her savings

Hope you got you a bank

Hope you got back up, my niggas gon’ blank

Drip or drown, bitch, and yo’ ass finna sank

I’m stacking my money

On that shit, I’m a plank

On my word, I’m a stand

I don’t want yo’ man, I just want me a grand

I just want a mill to flip to a bill

Quarantine in the house for a month and just chill

Bitches be running they mouth like they paid

The whole time, they struggling to get them a meal

Send some niggas at you, they coming to get you, my niggas gon’ wet you

I’m talking foreal

Last time I chat on the net with a bitch, pulled on a bitch, spin her block, then peal

I realized you hoes just be talking off pills, but realize I can get away faster on wheels

Vroom

Grrra

Pow, pow, pow, pow

Back to the bitch

Still out here trying to get rich

You ain’t on shit, besides dick and besides my hit list

Go against me? broke bitch, that’s a big risk

Rat ass, mad ass bitch, you sadistic

I just thank god I am not a statistic

I just thank god for my existence

Bust down Bitch, I’m just trying to get big lit

Nelly on the beat, right away, that’s big drip

Big drank baby, Oh no, you can’t sip this

Big boss shit, shit you can’t get with

Everybody bleed, stupid bitch

You can get hit

Running at the lip, get a Kylie Jenner lip kit, fake mouth bitch

you ain’t talking ‘bout shit, bitch

Landlord shit, make a bitch pay the rent quick or evict a bitch

Make a bitch kick the rocks

Bitch, I’m on go

I ain’t ever gon’ stop

Talking ‘bout me? Lil Bitch, just STOP

Fucking with me is what they CANNOT

Bitch, you at the bottom and I’m clearly at the TOP

I ain’t worried ‘bout you, hoe, you a thot

I ain’t worried ‘bout ya music either, ISSA FLOP

If I fuck ya nigga, he gon’ buy me a yacht

If ya nigga broke, he ain’t fucking me at all

If he got bands, I’ma fuck him at the mall