| Im rollin' down a lonely higway
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| askin god to please forgive me
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| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see
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| everything clear but now
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| Im rollin' down a lonely higway
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| askin god to please forgive me
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| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see
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| everything clear but now
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| Pulled up on her she extra fly
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| got a brand new whip my let it drive
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| im on this Y, cherry pie
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| two pink cups dont blow my high
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| hit the gas I dont need the cash
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| I got coke white bricks stuffed in the dash
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| I got coke white guts watch where ya ash
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| I got 10 hoe bitches do the math, huh?
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| A few pretty bitches in my bed when I wake up
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| who all got their cake up
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| In my brand new j’s rollin j’s up
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| Got rich but the money never changed us
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| Too smooth roll head when the bass knock
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| Hold the KK in till my face hot
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| pull up to the stop light
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| blew 30 grand quick in the club but its alright
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| got it all from a bitch in soft white
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| white cup but im stayin up all night
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| 3 girls on my dick what you ball like
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| 2 pills sleep good on a long flight
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| D boy, Louie shoes cost 8 hun
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| If she come home with money then we’ll make love
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| pinky nail full of shit make your face numb
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| on one, wide awake from the A1
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| LA I got a numba at the body shop
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| told lil mama lick it like a lollipop
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| blow money in the club make the bottles pop
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| all i wanna do is live, let a hater ride
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| all i wanna do is ball on punk bitch
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| 20 grand in my hands from a young bitch
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| 45 on my lap, one clip
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| 100 pack in the back, one trip
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| Im rollin' down a lonely higway
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| askin god to please forgive me
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| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see
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| everything clear but now
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| Im rollin' down a lonely higway
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| askin god to please forgive me
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| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see
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| everything clear but now
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| She said she wanna jump in to drop head
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| well drop dead, mother thug with them cops'
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| imma hit the block bread, now top that im farfetched
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| now dont be trippin imma cop that lock that
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| smokin it up when im cruisin through your block boy
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| a couple of hoes, a couple of shows
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| still im a block boy
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| smokin it all
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| ready to ball
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| never the flaw
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| never too small
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| spitin it all, i. |
| shit gotta make call
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| im still cold wit it, flow wit it
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| she … bad bitch baby low hit it
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| she showin up in the phantom with the nose lifted
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| pull, pull up in the phantom with the nose lifted
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| becaused im so gifted, so gifted
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| got the rims on the phantom like a small midget
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| a couple of bands in my pants
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| makin her dance
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| see what im sayin
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| see what im sayin
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| never a fact double my stacks
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| fall back
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| imma fall back let me get that
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| baby girl steady rubbin on my 6 pack
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| said she counted all the money bout 6 racks
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| now come and roll with a playa let me hit that
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| i think im ready get my pimp on im in the pimp zone
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| (Hey grab my cookies hoodies sweater and bring that loud pack)
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| Sooo roll up the loud lets roll
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| then i open up the suiced doors
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| when I hop out all the bitches froze
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| in the tint to down on these hoes so lets roll
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| Im rollin' down a lonely higway
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| askin god to please forgive me
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| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see
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| everything clear but now
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| Im rollin' down a lonely higway
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| askin god to please forgive me
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| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see
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| everything clear but now
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| when im rollin down this lonely highway
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| as im lookin at the moon and the stars
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| I be whippin in my mothafuckin bentley
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| thats my mothafuckin brand new car
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| all this shit id done in my lifetime
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| I kinda regret it but roll on with no love
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| I keep it pimpin everybody in here winnin
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| even though i gotta get money cuz im a mothafuckin thug
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| now meet me at the alter
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| we aint getin married but we can be friends
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| plus I gotta check your file but we could be family
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| meanin we could be kin
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| then we was headed to the condo
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| went to the bedroom started nuttin hoes
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| from the front to the back flip it back to the back to the front
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| and she was yellin ahhh
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| it feel so good
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| it feel so good
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| it feel so good
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| it feel so good
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| knock knock who is it
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| its numba one popi you know me Belo
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| once I got you at the factory, obviously. |
| make it rain, freakshow
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| and she think that automatically cuz im a pimp I gotta be
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| and she think that automatically she just really have to be
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| fuckin with a nigga top notch like me
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| she dont even really have to be
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| Im rollin' down a lonely higway
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| askin god to please forgive me
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| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see
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| everything clear but now
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| Im rollin' down a lonely higway
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| askin god to please forgive me
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| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see
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| everything clear but now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Highway , by - Berner. Song from the album Drugstore Cowboy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп