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-хопRelease date: 23.05.2019
Record label: Taylor Gang
Song language: English
Highway |
| Im rollin' down a lonely higway |
| askin god to please forgive me |
| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see |
| everything clear but now |
| Im rollin' down a lonely higway |
| askin god to please forgive me |
| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see |
| everything clear but now |
| Pulled up on her she extra fly |
| got a brand new whip my let it drive |
| im on this Y, cherry pie |
| two pink cups dont blow my high |
| hit the gas I dont need the cash |
| I got coke white bricks stuffed in the dash |
| I got coke white guts watch where ya ash |
| I got 10 hoe bitches do the math, huh? |
| A few pretty bitches in my bed when I wake up |
| who all got their cake up |
| In my brand new j’s rollin j’s up |
| Got rich but the money never changed us |
| Too smooth roll head when the bass knock |
| Hold the KK in till my face hot |
| pull up to the stop light |
| blew 30 grand quick in the club but its alright |
| got it all from a bitch in soft white |
| white cup but im stayin up all night |
| 3 girls on my dick what you ball like |
| 2 pills sleep good on a long flight |
| D boy, Louie shoes cost 8 hun |
| If she come home with money then we’ll make love |
| pinky nail full of shit make your face numb |
| on one, wide awake from the A1 |
| LA I got a numba at the body shop |
| told lil mama lick it like a lollipop |
| blow money in the club make the bottles pop |
| all i wanna do is live, let a hater ride |
| all i wanna do is ball on punk bitch |
| 20 grand in my hands from a young bitch |
| 45 on my lap, one clip |
| 100 pack in the back, one trip |
| Im rollin' down a lonely higway |
| askin god to please forgive me |
| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see |
| everything clear but now |
| Im rollin' down a lonely higway |
| askin god to please forgive me |
| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see |
| everything clear but now |
| She said she wanna jump in to drop head |
| well drop dead, mother thug with them cops' |
| imma hit the block bread, now top that im farfetched |
| now dont be trippin imma cop that lock that |
| smokin it up when im cruisin through your block boy |
| a couple of hoes, a couple of shows |
| still im a block boy |
| smokin it all |
| ready to ball |
| never the flaw |
| never too small |
| spitin it all, i. |
| shit gotta make call |
| im still cold wit it, flow wit it |
| she … bad bitch baby low hit it |
| she showin up in the phantom with the nose lifted |
| pull, pull up in the phantom with the nose lifted |
| becaused im so gifted, so gifted |
| got the rims on the phantom like a small midget |
| a couple of bands in my pants |
| makin her dance |
| see what im sayin |
| see what im sayin |
| never a fact double my stacks |
| fall back |
| imma fall back let me get that |
| baby girl steady rubbin on my 6 pack |
| said she counted all the money bout 6 racks |
| now come and roll with a playa let me hit that |
| i think im ready get my pimp on im in the pimp zone |
| (Hey grab my cookies hoodies sweater and bring that loud pack) |
| Sooo roll up the loud lets roll |
| then i open up the suiced doors |
| when I hop out all the bitches froze |
| in the tint to down on these hoes so lets roll |
| Im rollin' down a lonely higway |
| askin god to please forgive me |
| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see |
| everything clear but now |
| Im rollin' down a lonely higway |
| askin god to please forgive me |
| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see |
| everything clear but now |
| when im rollin down this lonely highway |
| as im lookin at the moon and the stars |
| I be whippin in my mothafuckin bentley |
| thats my mothafuckin brand new car |
| all this shit id done in my lifetime |
| I kinda regret it but roll on with no love |
| I keep it pimpin everybody in here winnin |
| even though i gotta get money cuz im a mothafuckin thug |
| now meet me at the alter |
| we aint getin married but we can be friends |
| plus I gotta check your file but we could be family |
| meanin we could be kin |
| then we was headed to the condo |
| went to the bedroom started nuttin hoes |
| from the front to the back flip it back to the back to the front |
| and she was yellin ahhh |
| it feel so good |
| it feel so good |
| it feel so good |
| it feel so good |
| knock knock who is it |
| its numba one popi you know me Belo |
| once I got you at the factory, obviously. |
| make it rain, freakshow |
| and she think that automatically cuz im a pimp I gotta be |
| and she think that automatically she just really have to be |
| fuckin with a nigga top notch like me |
| she dont even really have to be |
| Im rollin' down a lonely higway |
| askin god to please forgive me |
| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see |
| everything clear but now |
| Im rollin' down a lonely higway |
| askin god to please forgive me |
| for messin up the lesson he gave to me, I see |
| everything clear but now |