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2 chainz – get away lyrics

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[intro: dj self]
dj self, the prince of new york
as we continue to keep it quinning

[verse 1]
from the jets to the jet
from the n-gga in the cut
to the one cutting cheques
so who’s the one cutting cheques
you know acid reflux
i had to throw that sh-t up and then
straight out the alley way
flipped the long cheque and ran off on sallie mae
paddy cake, paddy cake
i’m from where you either own dust or got allergies
playin’ polo, white tee, ho beater under that
with some hoes up under me
and the watch cost a quarter, keep
my music on and i’m a beast, these shoes on that aren’t released
but soon as i got back, i pull right up in five flat
and he was not that
might peel your top back
pop that, you don’t need a car to get carjacked
dump the ashes at the red light
just left the barbecue, me and two red dyk-s
and you knowing what they saying, right?
what’s that?
that n-gga luckier than a motherf-cker

[hook]
i gotta get away
f-ck that, never let n0body take me out my zone
you try me or something?
with no remorse, four door porsche
new crib by the golf course
f-ck that, never let n0body take me out my zone
you try me or something?
with no remorse, four door porsche
new crib by the golf course, n-gga

[verse 2]
back yard full of golf b-lls
grandma crib use to smell like moth b-lls
i used to pray that they would pop off
hand tossed in, drop off at the drop off
programmed to be great
in a caddy brougham with my name on the seats
i used to pray till i was sleep
when it was cold i used to have to use my coat for a sheet
the oven for the heat
the dude that used to work on the plum and used to geek
your whole style is obsolete
they say that money talk that’s why you n-ggas never speak
and i ain’t worried ’bout nothing
f-ck around and give life for the aggravated fl!cks
cyber dust if you are textin’
they’ll take that sh-t to trial
and i done k!lled it in giuseppe
i thank god for the blessin’
then i look in the mirror, thank god for the freshness
and i came up from nothin’
(so what you saying?)
it ain’t nothin’ but a comma

[hook]



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