Don’t Run (Wyclef Remix) Casanova (Ft. Wyclef Jean)

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[Hook: Casanova]
Niggas try and catch me in the drop
Niggas try and book me for my watch
They ain't know I had the Glock
Now everybody getting shot
Niggas try and catch me in the drop
Niggas try and book me for my watch
They ain't know I had the Glock
Now everybody getting shot
Fuck boy, don't run (Where you going?!)
Fuck boy, don't run (My watch still on me!)
Fuck boy, don't run (Where you going?!)
They ain't know I had the gun
Fuck boy, don't run
Fuck boy, don't run (Where you going?!)
Fuck boy, don't run (Get that nigga!)
They ain't know I had the gun

[Verse 1: Casanova]
You know where the Nets play
Out in Brooklyn, shooting niggas in broad day
Running off on the plug, nigga that's no way
Out in Brooklyn, getting bricks from the Oyes
Two-time comer, that
Brooklyn bring that money back
Try and catch me slipping in Lust
Left with a hundred pack
Shooters like a cornerback
Money long, I ordered that
You should never thought of that
Now you can't get your daughter back