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Dumbfoundead( Jonathan Park )



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Dumbfoundead( Jonathan Park )

Shotgun

(Verse 1:Dumbfoundead)
Getaway car, no road maps.
Memory gone, no throwbacks.
What if we leave never go back,
Don't think hard, don't hold back,
Let's just go.
Your two jobs, your landlord,
Girl you ain't gotta stand for this bullshit.
Just hop in, middle fingers up,
Let's bounce we out in a new whip.
You saying that I lost my mind,
Trust me I'm feeling fine,
Just thought about the best time.
That I ever had is when we bumped and grind.
Why not let it last for a lifetime,
Blow tree 'til the sun go down,
Beach side while we sipping on a Mai Tai,
Let me get you one more round.
Girl you ain't no trophy wife,
Why the fuck you want that life,
You don't want that hold me tight,
You the pull you hair and choking type.
I'm that man, you that girl.
Do that dance that I like so much,
I like your touch, you like my car,
Then put your bags inside that trunk.

(Chorus)
What's a brand new car without a bad bitch,
Riding shotgun on the run to the casket.
If the cops come, come she know where to stash it.
Got her hair blowing in the wind with the ashes.

(Verse 2: Dumbfoundead)
5'7, brunette,
New life, no debt,
Bright red, Corvette,
Where the fuck shall we go next?
Clean slate with no past,
We change cars in El Paso.
Pass through as no mans,
And now we build our own castle.
Shotgun, shotgun, yeah she ridin' shotgun,
Wreckin', Rolling light it up,
And we flying high like Top Gun.
She got guns in her Prada bag,
And ain't afraid to pop one,
Fuck a bad she's fucking bad,
Y'all ever see a cop run?
Mexico Patron shots,
Roleplay at the checkpoint,
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Drove through them road blocks,
Man they gave us no choice.
I tell her take the wheel,
It's getting way to real,
She shooting 38's rocking heels,
Skills.

(Chorus)
What's a brand new car without a bad bitch,
Riding shotgun on the run to the casket.
If the cops come, come she know where to stash it.
Got her hair blowing in the wind with the ashes.

(Verse 3: Dumbfoundead)
Hotels, hair dyed,
It's like a new girl every night,
Fast life in paradise,
We moving up to airlines.
Hood chick ain't seen shit,
Now she on that G6,
Put her on that cruise ship,
And see if she gets seasick.
3 kids, 2 dogs,
Big house with that white fence,
You the type of down broad,
I'm tryna' spend my life with.
Back then we were broke honey,
Came up on that coke money,
So funny how life works,
Turn light work to more money.
Go clean like dope fiends,
In rehab we road kings,
Nah, this ain't a movie,
We just living out our own scenes,
You were down to ride,
So I got you 'til I die,
My shotgun, shotgun, always to my side.

Let's just go
Let's just go
Let's just go
Let's just go

(Chorus)
What's a brand new car without a bad bitch,
Riding shotgun on the run to the casket.
If the cops come, come she know where to stash it.
Got her hair blowing in the wind with the ashes.