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highway - sin city lyrics

[intro]
another one

[chorus]
it’s so cold so let’s go to sin city
i can’t go long i want you to swim with me
inch back on me, and talk with me
i don’t give a f+ck, i think you was mad for me
jag came in ready (ooh)
money fallin’ out my pockets, wait i might stop that (stop that)
she started ready to take off like a rocket
i got everything that she wanted
now i, (ooh) now i want more
i’m in the back, in the trap countin’ racks up
now i got a k!ller, they don’t call backup
class full of shooters, everybody get your bags up
[verse 1]
(mmm) (mmm)
get the f+ck up out your spot if you ain’t gettin’ your racks up
don’t let brodie go broke, i got place for h+lla masks up
i got angels over me, ain’t talkin’ to your pastor
i hit that b+tch from the back and then turn to casper
i’m going longer and sure that sh+t faster
this my only way out, i ain’t got a backup
i be gettin’ sidetracked just to get my stack up
imma take a day off, that sh+t doesn’t matter
i wanna f+ck foreigners because that ass is fatter
i wanna get a new whip and make a tommy faster
i ain’t got no limit, i ain’t finna slow down
know a b+tch named mary, and you know she go ’round
there’s some n+ggas i don’t like, so i keep my pole ’round
n+ggas got potential, i’m hoping ? don’t slow down
can’t control a n+gga, i’m ? whole route

- highway lyrics

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