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finesse2tymes - can't go to jail lyrics

[intro]
(memphis track boy)
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
phew, phew, phew
phew, cash
phew, scats (let’s go)

[verse 1]
runnin’ red lights (i’m gone)
f+ck the fed lights (the lights)
smoking ‘za, poppin’ percs, tryna get my head right (i’m focused)
i’m turnt up on the 12
turnt up, turnt up on the 12 (turnt up on 12, woo)
she’ll pop the whole 30 (woo) and then turnt up on a player
so much money on your head, make his n+gga turn on him (make his n+gga turn on you)
and i got on so much ice, i make your b+tch turn on you (i make your b+tch turn on you)
heard your name in black and white, you a snitch+slash+gangster (you a snitch+slash+gangster)
smoking loud in this b+tch, it feel likе a gas chamber (skrrt)
[chorus]
i just peeled off on the 12
i can’t go to jail (jail)
i gеt caught, i won’t get no bail (no bail)
i can’t go to jail (nah)
not right now, i can’t take no l (go)
i can’t go to jail (skrrt, skrrt)
do the dash, i can’t see no cell (don’t stop)
i can’t go to jail (don’t do that)

[verse 2]
i do this for c murda (no limit)
i do this for bg (free bg)
all gas, no breaks, b+tch, i do this for doe b (r.i.p.)
free that n+gga squeaky (free lil’ squeaky), free that n+gga ro’ (ro’)
i keep tay g with me ’cause that young n+gga on go (tg)
ayy, back up, b+tch, back up
i can smash her, might cash her (might cash)
b+tch, what you mad for? (b+tch, what you mad for?)
this what you asked for (this what you asked for)
h+llcat, i do the motor (skrrt)
ain’t no pullin’ over
i might crash ’cause this dirty soda
i ain’t never sober (uh+uh)

[chorus]
i just peeled off on the 12
i can’t go to jail (jail)
i get caught, i won’t get no bail (no bail)
i can’t go to jail (nah)
not right now, i can’t take no l (go)
i can’t go to jail (skrrt, skrrt)
do the dash, i can’t see no cell (don’t stop)
i can’t go to jail (don’t do that)
[outro]
runnin’ red lights (i’m gone)
f+ck the fed lights (the lights)
runnin’+runnin’ red lights (i’m gone)
f+ck+f+ck+f+ck the fed lights (the lights)
runnin’ red lights (i’m gone)
f+ck the fed lights (the lights)
smoking ‘za, poppin’ percs, tryna get my head right (i can’t go to jail)

- finesse2tymes lyrics

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