Run Up The Ball - Chillinit, Lisi

Run Up The Ball - Chillinit, Lisi

Год
2021
Язык
`English`
Длительность
233100

Below is the lyrics of the song Run Up The Ball , artist - Chillinit, Lisi with translation

Lyrics " Run Up The Ball "

Original text with translation

Run Up The Ball

Chillinit, Lisi

From the field to the good that’s rugby

So we both run balls way harder

Step on the field when I’m dressed all black with a ball that’s Daniel Carter

Kicked you a goal cuz I’m way too smarter

All these other brothers got me feelin' like a father

They don’t mean nada

If footy doesn’t work then we gotta sleep cunts like Tai Tuivasa

Bruh we told these cunts what we stand for

Now the whole scene all sounds corny

And my boy don’t smoke on the gram

But he spin you the word with a ball like Warney

If we talking bout' crickt then it’s kinda hard for me to find the bars but

when I light the spark

All the ladies wanna come around and bat me off like Michael Clarke so Imma

give it to em

I don’t fox the car they can’t catch ya front row chopped in half I’m Scott

salter

Yeah, I pass the ball the squads at ya bang bang knock ya door it’s like raptor

And if I ever said I grabbed a gun I’ll be a gammy cunt but trust me when I’ve

had enough

It’s like my first names Dylan and I play for the doggies from the way that

I’ll nap a cunt, ahh

You’re nervous got em all hurting 6 foot tall in the front I’m George Burgess

When I hop on a track I put the work in but when they hop on a track it ain’t

workin'

Cokehead and the weed they’re both urgent Big Mac when I’m on track I flip

burgers

And if it kicks off one things certain they call me Johnathan from the way that

I be first in

Your girl look like a dropped pie like someone says your mate not mine

That shacked on my LG one time still 420 fam on the front line

They already know 4300 with the 420 boys that we’re always down to go

If they wanna put it up to the boys fuckin' oath we’d be capable of things that

you wouldn’t wanna know

Deadsetter mate you’re dead deader you’re pathetic you done play with a dog

you’re like ennis

Like letters when I count up the dosh it’s like tennis when I serve MC on a

squash it’s like venom

These rappers really need to pick a path I brush up like it’s fifth and last

I’m on some other shit

You see these pussies wanna act like they’re running it until you see their

balls hit the ground like a grubber kick

«Now it’s away from Feeny here and Sherwin intercepted Girdler have the old

legs got the pace he’s in front by 5 they’re coming at him Pattens after him El

Masri’s after him Girdler makes it Girdler pulls out every ounce of stamina

he’s done his hammy mate»

But I don’t really want no drama, I just want a big roll of cash g

Big rocks under the armour and my lefts kick back El Masri can’t catch me

Roll up one then I burn though kick off the tee can’t match me

Lis on the wing with a ball like Fergo

I got signed I’m a star I’m Virgo

Who me on the wing?

Nah fuck that

Get me in the middle and I bet they won’t run back

They be talking smoke but I bet they don’t want that off that

Who the fuck with a lamearse I got hits that’ll take em out the game brus

Only player outta Brisbane City that’s making noise in this game and I’m

feeling like Payne Haas

When the smokes out know that it’s on you pop smoke in the night when I’m on ya

Six boys like Jona Lomu the back of the van and they’re all gunna bomb ya

I dropped 10 racks on a pontoon and my side chick know where the bongs are

Spend nights in her brand new castle cause I slide step fields like Ponga

You wanna get real go get you an Oscar

They ain’t making money like me impostor sickest in the game and I need to see

a doctor

They will never prosper tryin' to get away nah fulla I gotcha

Put em on the ground and I’ll stomp on his fuckin' head like

Spent a million a year on purple

Made a million a year full circle

But I’m still out the back like Virgil a man be immortal I’m like Clive

Churchill

Footy bars I can tell that they want more block plays when I’m running through

the front door

Chill put me in a track now he’s got me hitting like I’m angry that the ref

made the wrong call

Run up the ball, but I don’t play rugby

Run up the, run up the, run up the

Run up the ball, but I don’t play rugby

Hahahaha… another one…

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