Devin the Dude - Get High paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Get High - Devin the Dude




Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run
You can't catch him, don't even try to
The route that he take is hard to follow
He lives for today and not tomorrow
Every move that he make is about the dollar
And he's much too fast to catch up with
A fine piece of ass he'll snatch up quick
See the women are amazed at the size of his engine
Jealous ass niggas wanna catch him and lynch him
He don't kill, cruise and stop
They wonder if he's on pills, shrooms or what
But the boy got the rhythm, style and class
And oh when he throw that gold smile on they ass
You might as well say that he got 'em
Making love uptown then he dip to the bottom
To fuck over somebody, this man will
He don't pause, he don't stand still
He just
Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run
You best to get out the way when he come
You best to hide all your hoes, he'll freak 'em
He cut 'em, scratch 'em right off his list
Put on his drawers, leave without a kiss
Switch from lane to lane
Refuse to break, he straight changed the game
No need to watch him, you can't stop him
Get close range if you wanna pop him
But he'll bail out quick with the wind in his hair
Oh shit, is that him right there?
I hit the highway, six-ten a blaze
A big bad motherfucker, twenty-four inch blades
Pop a pill, smoke, chill, big foot for the script
Classic 351 lift kit in the grill
Speed it up and slow it down and I'm always down to bone
I cruise in a swish and you'll never find me towed out
Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run
From zero to fifty in two point five
Sex has erects almost but he drives
The girls crazy with his hazy eyes
And his fried wing dinner, extra gravy and fries
Don't even have time for a full course meal
And if it ain't important, he ain't 'bout it for real
He's still hard but he's not a thief
The way that he is give him a lot of beef
The man is fast, motherfucker swift
Told him he ain't the nigga to be fucking with
But shit, they ain't gon' listen
Until they wake up and he gone and they panties is missing
He'll call back and wish 'em well
Never kiss and tell, he give 'em dick and bail
And keep coming and going, going, coming
They hot on his tracks, on his back but he
Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run
Look at 'em run, run, run



Writer(s): Devin Copeland, Dexter Johnson



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