Lady Leshurr - Run Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Run By Lady Leshurr?
I run away from fighting
But it made me stronger You can call me pussy Pussy is power, oh Every time I let loose I get in situations I'm, sorry, Mr. Officer Don't take me to the station Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run, whoa, papa, run I'm just tryna be civil Always caught up in the middle Put my head inside the pillow Till I'm feeling like bam bam bam bam Bam chicka wow, head up in the clouds Nothing in this life is ever bringing me down She said don't you ever (ever, ever) (Run from my love, but you still) Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run, whoa, papa, run Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run, whoa, papa, run Me a go run, me a go run And everybody knows that I am number one We got the fire, we make it bun I got the men a chasing me, I make them run, run, run, run Cause I be the one that walks on stage And makes them say (yeah, yeah) And I be the one that's travelling the world, it's no vacay (yeah, yeah) I'm so unique, don't you see? Ocean deep, flow so sweet And it's edible, it's edible, I'm so incredible, incredible Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run, whoa, papa, run Run, run, run, run, run Run, run, run, run, run, whoa, papa, run Whoa, papa, run |
Who Wrote Run By Lady Leshurr?
Melesha Katrina O'garro, Milton "shorty" Rogers, Simon Adam, Ellis Cruickshank Taylor
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What's The Duration Of The Run By Lady Leshurr?The duration of Run is 2:50 minutes and seconds. |
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