Chords for Casanova "Don't Run (Remix)" Feat. Young M.A., Fabolous, Dave East & Don Q (WSHH Exclusive)

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Listen [Gb] guys, you gotta get em in a private spot, go for watches, rings, anything [Fm] shiny,
[Abm] and then you take off. _ _ _
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_ _ _ Fuck Boy Don't Wrap!
[Ab] _
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_ [Ab] _ _ _ [Ebm]-R-O-O _ _ _ -K-L-Y-N
B-R-O-O-K-L-Y-N Huh?
It's Brooklyn, back at it again, huh?
If it's an issue, then we handle that, huh?
Me and my gun stick together like candle wax,
no face, no taste, how to bandanna bat?
Niggas blame at me?
Fuck it, I'm blaming [B] back.
Hit the grips with extended clip, dare nigga [Ebm] flip, you showing off?
Let that 40 off.
Boom!
Tomato sauce, those is fours, nigga take em off, nigga take em off.
I want that watch, I want that chain too.
Thank you, that be all.
I be mobbing with a bunch of G's, y'all is red like,
high speed dipping on the D's when they red like, hop out, run in the building, fucking up a pair of lights,
no paradise, I'm in the hood like a pair of dice, [Abm] nigga.
Y'all know what this is, nobody move, [Bbm] nobody get hurt.
Brooklyn [Ebm] forever.
Just keep your hands where I can see them.
Stay here now, don't run.
We gonna do this nice and smooth, the Brooklyn [Bbm] way.
They [Abm] like, damn boy, you moving different.
Acting Hollywood like you in the movie business.
Nah dog, I just gotta [Ebm] prove em different.
But still packing like I'm in the moving business.
Once you level up, you gotta maneuver different.
Your boy still whipping like he in the smoothie business.
Got the Jamba Juice right here in the bomber booth.
Niggas tight with me cause they baby mama loose.
Hold up, you fuckboys ain't get it.
She got with a real one, now fuckboys can't hit it.
We out here making moves, suckboys ain't with it.
When the fam pop [B] out, you fuckboys ain't lit it, huh?
Had to [Ebm] call Cash like, bro, I heard niggas won't book me for my watch.
He said, nah, it's a Philippe for sure.
Them niggas [Db] won't book you for a watch.
[Ebm] I guess time is money, and being broke is a joke.
You'll never find it funny.
I'm on a cloudy, shit that you on is lousy.
So you shorty let me beat her like Ronda Rousey.
_ Niggas try to catch me in the drop.
Niggas try to book me for my watch. _
They ain't know I had the clock.
Now everybody getting shocked.
Niggas try to catch me in the drop.
Niggas try to book me for my watch.
_ They ain't know I had the clock.
_ [Bb] Now everybody getting shocked.
[B] _ Fuckboy don't rap. _ _
Fuckboy don't rap.
_ Fuckboy [Ebm] don't rap. _
They ain't know I had the clock.
_ Fuckboy don't rap. _
_ _ _ They _ _ _ _ ain't know I had the clock.
_ They ain't know I had the clock.
I can give a fuck about your big homie.
Jumping out that floor and got your bitch on me.
In all white looking like I bust a brick over.
Frank Ocean niggas seeing the men.
The bouncer know how we rocking so we bringing the men.
Nut said that deuce around got me leaning again.
If I say them niggas is ops you'll never see me with them.
I book niggas, niggas book me, that's gangsta.
I been cut.
Army tried to book me with a razor.
Tripping in the Jeep I'm like Tookie and the Wrangler.
Tonight I ain't gangsta and it's hard to boogie with the banger.
_ _ _ [Abm] Danger.
Yeah. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Bitch.
Cass I got you my nigga.
[Ebm] _ Niggas try to boo me for my watch.
Me and Boogie in the drop.
Got my hoodie in the clock.
Couple years back we was cooking cookies in the pot.
I had a 30 tribe sin.
I was a rookie in the [B] spot.
Fast forward to now I'm the nigga the hoes chose.
Bartenders and po-hoes giving me low blows.
Catch me whipping the road slow.
Maybe the post go Cuban as Rose gold.
Dollar phone number 40.
I studied the gang tapes.
You the king [Ebm] I remain ace.
I done ate dinner, shaved crap on the same plate.
Fuck still we hit high car film.
Hit your cartwheel but I make it cartwheel to the top hill.
School of hard knocks I got no selling hard quills.
Never cooperated I ain't taking no mocks.
Niggas gon' try to throw dirt at them once but they ain't rhyme.
That's the head beat a verse at once.
[Abm] What?
Done. _ _ _ _ _
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You know where the Nets play?
Out in Brooklyn shooting niggas in broad day.
Running off in the plug nigga that's no way.
Out in Brooklyn getting brick from the O.A.S. two time.
Come at that Brooklyn bring that money back.
Try to catch me slipping in loss left with a hundred pack.
Students like a quarterback.
Money long I ordered that.
You should never thought of that.
Now you can't get your daughter back. _ _ _ _ _
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