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highway – shake it up lyrics

[intro]
shake it up
you don’t know how to make her feel
you don’t know how to make me feel, ay
problem is you trust me
you don’t know how to make me feel, oh

[chorus]
i take the world, i shake it up
i come from nothin’ that’s the truth, can’t make it up
love how she give me fabulous
and i’ve been f+cking hoes ain’t have enough of em
i’m taking her guts and ain’t giving none to her
she calling it love, can’t call it nothing
i got a problem its money i’m in love with
my n+ggas stay on dumb sh+t i’m with them savages, they know just who i come with
she say she had enough
we had enough
i hit from the back, she batter up, saddle up
i just need two cups stuffed
blowin’ on this stuffed crust
i’m busy getting high as f+ck
f+ck the opps we [?]
can’t you see b+tch can’t ride with us

[verse 1:]
sad for my problems, i pick the drac up
he with them goblems i pick that drac up
these n+ggas plastic, these n+ggas rappers, and actors
he on the net sneak dissin’, know what that does
them n+ggas move like police callin’ back up
you in my way, i’m going to pick this bag up
i rock designer in the hood, oh it feel good, shout out my momma
this here raf simmons [?], could’ve left strips all on my [?]
she wanna hump twice a day like she was riding on a llama
i can’t remember her d+mn name, don’t even know what i should call her
she married, b+tch [?], got a lil fine ass f+ckin’ momma
i’m [?]

[chorus]
i take the world, i shake it up
i come from nothin’ that’s the truth, can’t make it up
love how she give me fabulous
and i’ve been f+cking hoes ain’t have enough of em
i’m taking her guts and ain’t giving none to her
she calling it love, can’t call it nothing
i got a problem its money i’m in love with
my n+ggas stay on dumb sh+t i’m with them savages, they know just who i come with
she say she had enough
we had enough
i hit from the back, she batter up, saddle up
i just need two cups stuffed
blowin’ on this stuffed crust
i’m busy getting high as f+ck
f+ck the opps we [?]
can’t you see b+tch can’t ride with us

[verse 2:]
[?]
i miss my lesbo
she tried to drive me f+cking crazy, i had to let go
i treat a b+tch like a f+ckin’ b+tch, take her to petco
so high, and so f+cking fly, [?]
free working is a h+ll no, i’m working with my elbows
be quiet, we strapped like velcro
like what you wanna cheer for
do’t make me spaz, i’ve been in [?]
i’ll really get to k!ll mo
i finna k!ll her sh+t, she spread her legs wide as a field goal
the 30 got a f+ckin’ d+ck, you got a d+ld+
i need a couple m’s, why would i chill for
scalps we gon peel those
she suck me, gon [?]
the m’s for the real ones, and racks for the lil bros

[chorus]
i take the world, i shake it up
i come from nothin’ that’s the truth, can’t make it up
love how she give me fabulous
and i’ve been f+cking hoes ain’t have enough of em
i’m taking her guts and ain’t giving none to her
she calling it love, can’t call it nothing
i got a problem its money i’m in love with
my n+ggas stay on dumb sh+t i’m with them savages, they know just who i come with
she say she had enough
we had enough
i hit from the back, she batter up, saddle up
i just need two cups stuffed
blowin’ on this stuffed crust
i’m busy getting high as f+ck
f+ck the opps we [?]
can’t you see b+tch can’t ride with us

- highway lyrics

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