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- Chase Me (Music From The Motion Picture Baby Driver) 歌詞 Danger Mouse
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- Danger Mouse Chase Me (Music From The Motion Picture Baby Driver) 歌詞
- Danger Mouse
- Heres what we know
Two men and a woman came into the bank branch
Clad in black business clothing
Trench coats bandannas and sunglasses
They pulled guns out and ordered everybody to the floor
And then cleaned out the registers
And hear this they even swiped jewelry from some of the customers
Aye woo woo
Run run run The Jewels
Gangster like you wake up in ****ies 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 passing put a pain in your brain batter
Style droppin the drums and stun all guns
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
Im bagging a bag then Im backing out better back off
Thats why Im outta here baby
Before these clowns put me down in the ground baby
Im running reds til Im 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 wouldnt want to be him wouldnt want to see him
They the type really be jealous getcha hype
Oh Jesus these ****** is polices
We gon shower on these pussies they mommas gon' know jesus
Jonny told me money these ****** should know better
But they monkeys so you got to show junkies aint no let up
Bad manners the bad manll do bad things
A bad ***** gave me bomb head to Bad Brains
The sheriffs daughter we be outta there fore dad came
Thats why Im outta here baby
Before these clowns put me down in the ground baby
Im running reds til Im out of this town baby
You want your money back chase me
You aint gonna get your money back
Aint gonna get the money jack
You aint gonna get that money back
I got the bag it aint coming back
You aint gonna get your money jack
I got the bag it aint coming back
You aint gonna get your money jack
I got the bag
Real grippers pimp ****** 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 youll get showered like parade confetti
Made man Im made already nobody safe from petty
450 horse up in the Porsche 600 in the Chevy
Buddy Im nutty Ive got some screws loose
And if your ** *** wants some cutty baby I choose you
Underground kings speed and sound things
Run the sacks and be aware of all your surroundings
Thats why Im outta here baby
Before these clowns put me down in the ground baby
Im running reds til Im out of this town baby
You want your money back chase me
Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen
Right now I got to tell you about the fabulous most groovy
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