Chynna - Highway 66 lyrics

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Chynna - Highway 66 lyrics

[Verse 1: Da$H] Young never been dumb, hunnit round drum Feeling like the Iron Sheik Global gang, fast money made man b**h we the secret society Young n***as, hammers twice they age And I know that they gon' ride for me I could get you wacked for a quarter P I make the right call and you gon' die for free Who the f** you n***as thought it was D-O-double-L-A, robbing all the plugs Mami with me, saying f** her with the slugs So I'm drugging and thugging, sinning and winning I'm paid for speaking english, you would think I pa**ed Chewing on these flats, burning up this gas Drinking on this mud, thinking will I last Why I'm moving fast, getting to this cash Still with that action I still get it bracking, I'm still really macking I still get it popping I'm still on that block, going broke is no option Still got that work Its 8th letter 'til dirt, n***as going berserk We got it for cheap n***as f** with the squad, you be dead in a week [Verse 2: Chynna] You wanna tell me the definition of real rap And differentiate trill rap and drill rap If I left it up to you n***as, you prolly k** rap You could thank your guardian angels that Chizzy still rap Cause n***as needing more then some helping hands Whole bunch of yes men, lying to you, fronting on the next man Knowing damn well that's they best man Back an fourth an round an round an never was your goddamn Let me sip this chamomile and chill Getting turnt up, still all indecisive 'bout the pills Feeling burnt out, wishing that another b**h would Or her n***a will, acting like they really in the field f** you to do when they don't keep it real Tell me what the deal fool, tell me how you feel Cause I'm feeling shade, they ask me about the moves I make And my pocket change (tell me 'bout yo pocket change, n***a) Is it cause I copped an ounce, then I rolled an eighth Then I sold a half, sold a dime of shake Stayed away from weight, gained some weight Never stopped for breaks, when it's f** the cake f** you saying, counting bands, selling Xans with my mans As it stands, I'm the plug should you need one n***as on the 'gram selling grams, you should see them sh** is like a rerun, now they screaming "free them heathens" Never any better, on my carpe diem

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