Tracksuit şarkı sözleri

Run, run, mommy's got a gun Run, run, mommy's got a, got a gun Run, run, mommy's got a gun Run, run, mommy's got a, got a gun Oh my God, you better run They just gave a crazy bitch a handgun Know I'm dressed to kill, oh I'm gonna catch you And when I do, there's blood all on my tracksuit That is not my juicy couture That is not my juicy couture So I shot them dead in my pink velour Boys will be boys and that boy was a cheater So he turned his girlfriend into the grim reaper Boys will be boys and that boy was a cheater So he turned his girlfriend into the grim reaper Put the barrel to his temple Pistol whipped her with the handle Oh my God, you better run, run They just gave a crazy bitch a handgun My best friend, what were you thinking? Don't mean shit, said that you were drinking Two for one, sorry but I had to Both hands up with blood all on my tracksuit That is not my juicy couture That is not my juicy couture So I shot them dead in my pink velour Boys will be boys and that boy was a cheater So he turned his girlfriend into the grim reaper Boys will be boys and that boy was a cheater So he turned his girlfriend into the grim reaper Put the barrel to his temple Pistol whipped her with the handle Run, run, mommy's got a gun Run, run, mommy's got a, got a gun Run, run, mommy's got a gun Run, run, mommy's got a, got a gun