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Runner Runner (Runner Runner) · Runner Runner EP (Runner Runner) · Getaway Car (The Jenkins) · Car & Driver: Greatest Car Songs and Other Lost Treasures of the Road (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Weekend Getaway (The Flashbacks) · Getaway [EP] (The Music) · The Getaway (Chris de Burgh) · Getaway [3 Track] (Texas) · My Getaway [US CD] (T-Boz) · Plan Your Getaway (The Finals) – and 90 other albums »


lucky you can take her cross the rail road tracks
Where the man in the moon works his magic
On the second runner up of the 4H pageant
Seems like yesterday
If your lucky you can take her cross the rail road tracks
Where the man in the moon works his magic
On the second runner up of the 4H pageant
Seems
you’re lucky you can take her cross the rail road tracks
Where the man in the moon works his magic
On the second runner up of the 4H pageant
Seems like
Even marathon runners need to nap
He said he'd have a heart attack
If he didn't lay down
The years went by and he settled down
His house is
maybe bust you for self or wit a crew
No matter is you or your brother's a star
He could pop you in check without a getaway car
And some might say that
behind me
We getaway smooth, ah nigga made good
Came up quick to the hideout
Wait until midnight till we ride out,
Hit ah car so we can drive out,
maybe bust you for self or wit a crew
No matter is you or your brother's a star
He could pop you in check without a getaway car
And some might say that
maybe bust you for self or wit a crew
No matter is you or your brother's a star
He could pop you in check without a getaway car
And some might say that
Just in case you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up
Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't
maybe bust you for self or wit a crew
No matter is you or your brother's a star
He could pop you in check without a getaway car
And some might say that
Hits safes quickly can hear a black jamie summers
Pick the right numbers and have mad runners
Or hardcore lil' kim, queen bee bitch
Who never snitch,
just a runner
Haters, I spot you from afar and I'm the deer hunter
They be thinkin' nice car, nice crib

I be thinkin' how long will these niggas let
still in the dope spot
Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car
Gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch cartel
So she gotta suck four dicks I d
up and knocks you down
The trouble with love 
Is that just when you know where you are
You're looking for a getaway car
That's the trouble with
still in the dope spot
Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car
Gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch cartel
So she gotta suck four dicks I d
a chicken plucked
Four niggas one bitch, everybody fucking
From selling my
Crack on the corner, packing, bailing my straps
Got a
Million reasons so it be's
rum up
I'm a find me some new p****, and buy me a Four-Runner

I walk wit a limp, 'cause my nuts heavy
And I like it from tha back so hold your butt
could maybe bust you for self or wit a crew
No matter is you or your brother's a star
He could pop you in check without a getaway car
And some might
the car and hit it with this boom 
Now come on let's get that money! 

It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the street 
Til I knock off this rock,
double-L's 

I send two niggaz back up top, and come back 

we chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop 

It's four in the mornin, we on the block
A-R
Turn y'all rap niggas into two words, fast runners
Like Jackie Jurner, you better sleep with your burner
The heat skeet, blow a reef through ya car
Chi town, raised me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, Jesus save me
You know how the game be
I can't let em change me
Might catch Mag sippin a barre
When I'm in the club I put my hoood up like I'm fixin' my car
It's Magno

Hook x 2: (Mike Jones)
Y'all wanna be like Mag
still in the dope spot
Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car
Gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch cartel
So she gotta suck four dicks I d
still in the dope spot
Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car
Gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch cartel
So she gotta suck four dicks I d