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letra de on the road - chase banz

[intro: chase banz & fbg duck]
one life
on the road, on the road, on the road
on the road (turn up)

[chorus: chase banz & fbg duck]
smoke a blunt, go to sleep rich (dope)
i swear to god, that’s the life that i chose (you know)
every day another language (all around the world)
on the road, on the road, on the road (on the road)
on the road, on the road, on the road (on the road)
gettin’ high in traffic (skrrt)
on the road, on the road, on the road (on the road)
gettin’ high in traffic (skrrt)
[verse 1: chase banz & fbg duck]
on the road gettin’ white boy wasted
that’s what we do when we on the road (yeah)
we smokin’ dope to face and
that’s what we do when we on the road (when we on the road)
i never thought i’d make it this far (this far)
but now these shows got me on the road (got me on the road)
this that life that i used to dream about (dream about)
but now reality, without a doubt
all i see is money, money, money (money)
i’m on this road with this dirty sprite (skrrt, sk-skrrt)
so-so many ladies
it feels so good, i call it player’s life (gang)
i know all about the money (money)
you got to take a chance and roll the dice
a lot of, lot of money (money)
it got me feelin’ like paradise (ooh)

[chorus: chase banz & fbg duck]
smoke a blunt, go to sleep rich (dope)
i swear to god, that’s the life that i chose (you know)
every day another language (all around the world)
on the road, on the road, on the road (on the road)
on the road, on the road, on the road (on the road)
gettin’ high in traffic (skrrt)
on the road, on the road, on the road (on the road)
gettin’ high in traffic (skrrt)
[verse 2: fbg duck]
on the road with ’bout three or four hoes (three or four hoes)
and we smokin’ on a zip of that k!ller (zip of that k!ller)
never lackin’, boy, you know i got pole (you know i got that pole)
and it’s filled up with thirty of my n-ggas (boom)
n-ggas pillow talkin’ to hoes (they talkin’ like some hoes)
how ’bout you come talk to my pistol? (boom)
i bet all these n-ggas’ll fold (true)
’cause ain’t none of these n-ggas official (one hundred)
on the road, on the road, on the road (skrrt, uh-skrrt)
we turn up at our shows (turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up)
on the road, on the road, on the road (skrrt)
you better not let us run into your ho (true, ooh)
i never like the feeling of broke (no, no, no, no)
so i get to them bands (money)
i thumb through this money so much (thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb)
that i’m f-ckin’ up my hand (money)

- chase banz

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