| Getaway car, no road maps
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| Memory gone, no throwbacks
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| What if we leave never go back
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| Don’t think hard, don’t hold back
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| Let’s just go
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| Your two jobs, your landlord
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| Girl you ain’t gotta stand for this bullshit
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| Just hop in, middle fingers up
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| Let’s bounce we out in a new whip
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| You saying that I lost my mind
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| Trust me I’m feeling fine
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| Just thought about the best time
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| That I ever had is when we bumped and grind
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| Why not let it last for a lifetime
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| Blow tree 'til the sun go down
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| Beach side while we sipping on a Mai Tai
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| Let me get you one more round
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| Girl you ain’t no trophy wife
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| Why the fuck you want that life
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| You don’t want that hold me tight
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| You the pull you hair and choking type
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| I’m that man, you that girl
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| Do that dance that I like so much
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| I like your touch, you like my car
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| Then put your bags inside that trunk
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| What’s a brand new car without a bad bitch
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| Riding shotgun on the run to the casket
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| If the cops come, come she know where to stash it
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| Got her hair blowing in the wind with the ashes
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| 5'7, brunette
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| New life, no debt
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| Bright red, Corvette
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| Where the fuck shall we go next?
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| Clean slate with no past
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| We change cars in El Paso
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| Pass through as no mans
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| And now we build our own castle
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| Shotgun, shotgun, yeah she ridin' shotgun
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| Wreckin', Rolling light it up
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| And we flying high like Top Gun
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| She got guns in her Prada bag
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| And ain’t afraid to pop one
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| Fuck a bad she’s fucking bad
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| Y’all ever see a cop run?
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| Mexico Patron shots
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| Roleplay at the checkpoint
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| Drove through them road blocks
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| Man they gave us no choice
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| I tell her take the wheel
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| It’s getting way to real
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| She shooting 38's rocking heels
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| Skills
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| What’s a brand new car without a bad bitch
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| Riding shotgun on the run to the casket
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| If the cops come, come she know where to stash it
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| Got her hair blowing in the wind with the ashes
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| Hotels, hair dyed
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| It’s like a new girl every night
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| Fast life in paradise
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| We moving up to airlines
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| Hood chick ain’t seen shit
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| Now she on that G6
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| Put her on that cruise ship
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| And see if she gets seasick
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| 3 kids, 2 dogs
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| Big house with that white fence
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| You the type of down broad
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| I’m tryna' spend my life with
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| Back then we were broke honey
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| Came up on that coke money
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| So funny how life works
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| Turn light work to more money
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| Go clean like dope fiends
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| In rehab we road kings
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| Nah, this ain’t a movie
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| We just living out our own scenes
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| You were down to ride
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| So I got you 'til I die
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| My shotgun, shotgun, always to my side
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| Let’s just go
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| Let’s just go
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| Let’s just go
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| Let’s just go
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| What’s a brand new car without a bad bitch
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| Riding shotgun on the run to the casket
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| If the cops come, come she know where to stash it
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| Got her hair blowing in the wind with the ashes |