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highway music - yung hood كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(tony coles)
uh
psh, psh, psh, and they gone

[chorus]
cake in my face like it’s my birthday, sip drank when i’m thirsty
i’m flyin’ down the e_way with somebody baby
i might bust down my cartier to block out all the hate
ooh, started out with pennies, now we ballin’, hardaway
uh, swish, i drop the shot on a n_gga
one deep, i don’t be rockin’ with n_ggas
stop lyin’, n_ggas be livin’ in fiction
double cup, what the f_ck i look like drinking remy?
who want some ‘bows? hit your city with plenty
yeah, top hood hank, put me on a mission
get hood out the kitchen, residue on the dishes
hard_headed lil’ f_cker, i never did listen

[verse 1]
did it myself, what the f_ck is a handout?
boomin’ that bass, i’ll blow a n_gga amp out
outside every day, this sh_t feel like a campout
lil wayne with the stick, i’ll cut n_gga lights out
guns with drums, we brought the bands out
finna put on a show, should’ve brought all the cameras out
‘bows and shows, everything sold out
covered in water, he look like a water fountain
racks in the goyard, more in the bank account
get head from your b_tch, i’m the one that she thinkin’ ’bout
red carpet treatment, look how they rolled out
that old money sh_t comin’ with mold now
feel like i’m tony, they know that boy cold, huh
feel like a dumbass, check with the hoes now
never at home, i stay on the road now
blessin’ the trap, i tell people’s souls now
ain’t doin’ no choose, i’m the one gettin’ chose now
make mama smile, completin’ my goals now
trap like a strip club, got them poles out
pushin’ that weight got my pockets on swole now
i sell ’em whole, no need for a scale
deep in that water, hope i don’t see a sh_ll
pumpin’ that gas ’round this b_tch like a sh_ll
used to be pushin’ ki’s around this b_tch like adele
you must want me to fail., why not wish well me
if i don’t sell a record, i’m still makin’ sales
ups with that dope, drop a pack for the mail
hit the plug at the forum, i score ’em by bales
put the hoes on the street like it’s las vegas tres’
i’ma do what i gotta, know life isn’t fair
i ain’t never gave a f_ck, so why would i care?
i’m the big x on the plug, make sure he took care
[chorus]
cake in my face like it’s my birthday, sip drank when i’m thirsty
i’m flyin’ down the e_way with somebody baby
i might bust down my cartier to block out all the hate
ooh, started out with pennies, now we ballin’, hardaway
uh, swish, i drop the shot on a n_gga
one deep, i don’t be rockin’ with n_ggas
stop lyin’, n_ggas be livin’ in fiction
double cup, what the f_ck i look like drinkin’ remy?
who want some ‘bows? hit your city with plenty
yeah, top hood hank, put me on a mission
get hood out the kitchen, residue on the dishes
hard_headed lil’ f_cker, i never did listen

[verse 2]
i wake up the cake like i’m betty crocker
i be bustin’ them ‘scripts like i know a doctor
tryna stay out of beef, turn that sh_t into pasta
in my hood, i’m a guy get you k!lled by your partner
got steak on my plate, macaroni with lobster
like a bad_ass baby, pourin’ straight out the bottle
king of the jungle, they call me mufasa
got rich off the dope, i’m the big don dada
they wanna kick it, but this ain’t soccer
sell ten for five, buy one for six dollars
got ‘bows of green, but these ain’t salads
i’ll beat her out the box, you’ll think i’m o’reilly’s
fresh than a b_tch, i don’t need a stylist
diamonds, they hit, got a n_gga b_tch smilin’
i get brain from these hoes, i didn’t need college
fell in love with the streets, the block gave me knowledge
pocket full of cheese, this ain’t cottage
exotic for thirty_three, but these ain’t scotti
white with the brown, whitney and bobby
countin’ paper in here, need a moment of silence
ayy, f_ck all my opps, promotin’ the violence
hundred rounds in this stick, i paint sh_t violent
on the e_way with somebody b_tch givin’ toppy
call me joe ’cause i like a b_tch to get sloppy
wax on, wax off, mr. miyagi
kickin’ that sh_t like i know karate
i ain’t f_ckin’ with n_ggas like i’m with the n_z_’s
hot sticks in this car, but these ain’t no takis
makin’ cash money, they tryna baller block
j prince with the ‘bows, i rap a lot
who got the beat, turn this b_tch to an in_n_out
got this b_tch jumpin’, them folk runnin’ in and out
[chorus]
cake in my face like it’s my birthday, sip drank when i’m thirsty
i’m flyin’ down the e_way with somebody baby
i might bust down my cartier to block out all the hate
ooh, started out with pennies, now we ballin’, hardaway
uh, swish, i drop the shot on a n_gga
one deep, i don’t be rockin’ with n_ggas
stop lyin’, n_ggas be livin’ in fiction
double cup, what the f_ck i look like drinkin’ remy?
who want some ‘bows? hit your city with plenty
yeah, top hood hank, put me on a mission
get hood out the kitchen, residue on the dishes
hard_headed lil’ f_cker, i never did listen

- highway music

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