Danger Mouse - Chase Me (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Danger Mouse - Chase Me (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Aye, woo! Woo!
Run, Run, Run The Jewels
Gangster like you wake up in
Dickies and load the clippy
The reign of our ascension makes
statisticians feel sickly
Accountants, they get snippy, they
never counted so quickly
Got 'em up sniffin' yak up off
an abacus for a living
Crime authors, autobiographically
bastards
Pain passin’, put a pain
in your brain batter
Style droppin' the drums
and stun all goggles
Small talkers get launched on,
clobbered and tossed off
Knock 'em on just to get rocks off
Put a pause on all of that
soft talk, chop chop
Tick tock, you got until the
hands on the clock stop
I'm bagging a bag, then I'm backing
out, better back off
That's why I'm outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me
down in the ground, baby
I'm running reds 'til I'm
out of this town, baby
You want your money back? Chase me
Jewel runner, gold dripper,
flow flipper
Smoke killer, slow sipper,
quick temper
Temperamental, sharp mental,
departmental
Tight fellow, wouldn't want to be
him, wouldn't want to see him
They the type, really be
jealous, get'cha hype
Oh, Jesus, these niggas is polices
We gon' shower on these pussies,
they mommas gon' know Jesus
Y'all vaginas told me "Money, these
niggas should know better
But they monkeys so you got to
show junkies ain't no let up"
Bad manners, the bad man'll
do bad things
A bad bitch gave me bomb
head to Bad Brains
The sheriff's daughter, we be
outta there 'fore dad came
You ain't gonna get your money back
Ain't gonna get the money, jack
You ain't gonna get that money back
I got the bag, it ain't coming back
You ain't gonna get your money, jack
I got the bag
Real grippers, pimp niggas
with Gucci slippers
Coochie tippers, Magic City
got groupie strippers
A crew of killers and dealers,
we got this newbie with us
We turn Pirellis to jellies,
ex cons and former cellies
Stay on ready, foot on that very heavy
Good on deck, smelly smelly
Show some respect or you'll get
showered like parade confetti
Made man, I'm made already,
nobody safe from petty
450 horse up in the Porsche,
600 in the Chevy
Buddy, I'm nutty, I've
got some screws loose
And if your bitch wants some
cutty, baby, I choose you
Underground kings, speed
and sound things
Run the sacks and be aware
of all your surroundings
Thank you very much, ladies
and gentlemen
Right now, I got to tell you about
the fabulous, most groovy
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