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lirik lagu highway music - yung hood

[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

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