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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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T-Wayne

Run It Up

 

Run It Up


[Verse 1:]
Shopping at [?], going dumb with it
Drop hundreds and fiftys
I'm a go dumb with the sack
Got plenty, you know that it's with me
Make it rain on your bitch, I just bought out the city
I'm a make it rain hundreds
I ain't stopping till my pockets on empty

[Hook x2:]
Fucked a check up on designer
Fucked a check up on a lineup
Fucked a check up on some strippers
Fucked a check up on some diamonds
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, yes

[Verse 2:]
Fuck up the check on designer
Fuck up the check on a lineup
Fuck the check up on a Rari
Fuck up the check on vagina
It ain't really nothing much
When the city right behind you
When you're in the MIA
And everybody tryna find you
I'm flexing like a trainer
If I'm on it it's a banger
Chain round my neck hanging just like a cliffhanger
I'm a fool with it
I'm running up that check like I'm an athlete at a track meet
She gone ride for me even if she was in the back seat
Ever since I took off it ain't been the same
I got too much [?], I can't ever change
I'm a pull up in a cool whip
That's the same color as cool whip
Your girlfriend on my to-do list
New bathroom, I'm on some new shit

[Hook x2]

done

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