On the beat, Tempo
J-J-Janax

I run away, the police are here
Under my house, la-la-la-la la-la
And they're looking for me, but they don't know that
I get in the coupe, I run away and come to you
Ouch, ouch, ouch

Yes, bro, my friends are partying
I'm in the universe even without Universal
Come on, put down that iron, don't be a gangster
Your recording budget is my driver's pay
I keep them all in the dark, otherwise I feel bad
I stay in my neighborhood which is a tax haven
You would like my girls, my Maserati
I do it for the brothers unjustly imprisoned

I run away, the police are here
Under my house, la-la-la-la la-la
And they're looking for me, but they don't know that
I get in the coupe, I run away and come to you
Ouch, ouch, ouch

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I run away, the police are here
Under my house, la-la-la-la la-la
And they're looking for me, but they don't know that
I get in the coupe, I run away and come to you
Ouch, ouch, ouch

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