Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Highway to Hell , by - wifisfuneral. Release date: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Highway to Hell |
| Everyday it look like an illusion |
| I was cruising down the highway to Hell |
| But my demons told me cool it |
| Lord forgive me for my sinning |
| But my niggas never choosy |
| If I’m riding then I’m sliding |
| Windows tinted, blowing lucies |
| Everyday look it like an illusion |
| I was cruising down the highway to Hell |
| But my demons told me cool it |
| Lord forgive me for my sinning |
| But my niggas never choosy |
| If I’m riding then I’m sliding |
| Windows tinted, blowing lucies |
| Drop top with a regular bitch |
| I remember all the days in the crib |
| Kick rocks big bank on my payroll yeah |
| Money make a nigga skin sun tan |
| Like Yazmine ain’t you fucking proud of me? |
| I’m out here looking like a robbery |
| And all I was doing the pottery |
| I was running, ducking, bucking right from the feds |
| Bust a molly then its back to the trap |
| This life is too crazy |
| I can’t wind up dead |
| Paranoia fucking up with my head |
| Boy you gotta fuck it up, what you saying? |
| Count a rack up when I’m vacant |
| Show them boys that you the one that’s not playing |
| Kodak boppin' in my funeral playing |
| Kodak boppin' in my funeral playing |
| Everyday it look like an illusion |
| I was cruising down the highway to Hell |
| But my demons told me cool it |
| Lord forgive me for my sinning |
| But my niggas never choosy |
| If I’m riding then I’m sliding |
| Windows tinted, blowing loosies |
| Everyday look it like an illusion |
| I was cruising down the highway to Hell |
| But my demons told me cool it |
| Lord forgive me for my sinning |
| But my niggas never choosy |
| If I’m riding then I’m sliding |
| Windows tinted, blowing lucies |
| Ok, look |
| The gas gets smoked, Hoes get fucked |
| Niggas know how it goes And the gas gets smoked |
| Hoes get fucked, Pour a four in my cup |
| Niggas really, they know what’s up |
| Ay, gas get |
| Yeah, yeah yeah |
| Yeah, yeah yeah |
| Ok, gas get smoked |
| Ok, hoes get fucked |
| My cup, pour a four |
| Niggas really know what’s up |
| Everyday it look like an illusion |
| I was cruising down the highway to Hell |
| But my demons told me cool it |
| Lord forgive me for my sinning |
| But my niggas never choosy |
| If I’m riding then I’m sliding |
| Windows tinted, blowing lucies |
| Everyday look it like an illusion |
| I was cruising down the highway to Hell |
| But my demons told me cool it |
| Lord forgive me for my sinning |
| But my niggas never choosy |
| If I’m riding then I’m sliding |
| Windows tinted, blowing lucies |