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lirik lagu ’69 ain’t got caught – deala

intro:

[deala]
1 verse:
’69, oh yeah, who can stop it
i got v8, so it’ll better fo’ your health, if you don’t gonna f*ck wit it
i’m spreadin’ some kinda f*ckin’ gases from tha exhaust pipe, beware, ‘cuz i’mma snipe
n your cap will be peeled
if you gonna push me to tha field
ya got your wig split thru’ your f*ckin’ windshield
when i smoke out all cops on my dodge ’69
ya should close tha door lock
‘cuz i’ll stop n cast your fat ass away on the highway n explode your car
so your life will be poor, before you wanna chase me again, check my engine roar
deala installed supercharger, if you gonna drive behind me, the bump on your wheel will be larger
i got 375 horse power, dat sh*t is louder, so i can’t hear wtf you are talkin’ ’bout in your megaphone
i will make a fuss drivin’ in my dodge on the basketball court
so ’69 ain’t got caught

hook:

2 verse:
i start the engine, ain’t got no time to warm up dat
f*ckin’ law dogs can’t catch me, ‘cuz i got tha gat
n 7.2 is the volume of my engine n your ass won’t know the f*ckin’ clue
’69 got 2 doors, but don’t worry it got 5 seats
n i will keep yo fat ass in my dodge, ‘cuz ya came across the d*mn beams
i put my elbow on the armrest n steer with one hand
while i was runnin’ away from the cops, they noticed the f*ckin’ black van
they tryna bust a cap in my rear wheel when i’m far away
from’em but cops want to catch me anyway
you wanna switch to 4th gear? oh, man, you were from me near, but now you are in some kinda trouble, check the f*ckin’ gearbox
or my supposin’ is ya have to change the gasket of dat sh*t, so i wanna appeal to the f*ckin’ cops:
y’all can’t keep chasin’
nuthin can make me get distraught, it was sought
but actually ’69 ain’t got caught
hook:

3 verse:
they tryna lock, but i really broke thru the f*ckin’ block on the road
i won’t get you in my car, ‘cuz i’ve recently cleaned my showroom n the dashboard
i got 72 litres in the tank, ya should check your f*ckin’ fuel gauge, ‘cuz pointer on the e, i don’t exploit the f*ckin’ features, dat’s da reason why i got the full battery
say to your f*ckin cops, it will better fo’ their health if they stop by the donut shop in the parkin’ lot n check the f*ckin’ dipstick, my supposin’ it’s time to change the oil, dat’s da real sh*t n you lagged behind
my dodge charger duz really blow your f*ckin’ mind
your police ass was so close to me, it was hard for your dirty*cheap n the timing belt is torn up, you had to stop n call anotha f*ckin’ cop
‘cuz your car is f*cked up
is it really passed ten thousand kilometres? i make you distraught, ’cause you have to change the d*mn filter, or you will be stop anyway in the next kilometer
it’s f*cked up, i mean my speedometer
n i’m drivin’ more than 200 kms per hour
the main than’ why you stopped can be hose clamp, it may cost around 1 dollar
no one of your f*ckin’ crew can stop me, i got away from the chase
it was sought
i really say, ’69 ain’t got caught

outro:

- deala

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