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letra de better float 2 - highway

[chorus: highway]
uh, hop in that b-tch you better float
you better hold all of them bands in your lap, you better tote
and for all these n-ggas hate, let’em know
count up every face, hit the sto’ and let it blow
i grind too hard for these prada shoes to touch the flo’
so i’ma hop up in that mazi and do the roller coaster
i been running after my dreams they been gettin’ closer
i’m on some sh-t you’ll never see, cause i can’t never post it
and i’m already on some new sh-t, that old sh-t all over
count fast is not a team, this sh-t is a motive
i stand and livе on everything if you n-ggas ain’t notice
[verse 1: highway]
i swеar i ain’t tripping on n-ggas they watching me do it
i’m living this life, you mad that you can’t get into it
i’m spending this money, on sh-t that i know that i need
they like how did you show up to my own event and you looking flyer than me
my ears do the talking for me
my earring way more than a g
cause i rather listen than speak
and she rather spit on the d
and you rather sit around talk about me
2000 n-i-n-e
how we grew up now you envying me
just wait till you see what i do at the dentist my n-gga with my lil t–th
vvs for the rest of my life
that ain’t perm you ain’t doing it right
i told bae i see you in the light
for the things that you do in my life
don’t you change, keep doing it right
i be wrong when it’s you in the right
is this love? am i doing it right?

[chorus: highway]
uh, hop in that b-tch you better float
you better hold all of them bands in your lap, you better tote
and for all these n-ggas hate, let’em know
count up every face, hit the sto’ and let it blow
i grind too hard for these prada shoes to touch the flo’
so i’ma hop up in that mazi and do the roller coaster
i been running after my dreams they been gettin’ closer
i’m on some sh-t you’ll never see, cause i can’t never post it
and i’m already on some new sh-t, that old sh-t all over
count fast is not a team, this sh-t is a motive
i stand and live on everything if you n-ggas ain’t notice
[verse 2: trippie redd]
yeah, told my bro he better float
foe’nem crash, take his soul
extended mag, f-ck a scope
i got swag, vetements clothes
flannel plaid, denim coat
b-tch [?]
chrome heart, i ain’t going broke
bigger the p-ssy, the harder they fall
i’m stacking the money a hundred feet tall
high off a perc as i walk through the mall
i might crash the ‘rari, i’m dozing off
i’m off the xans, no chance in hitting you, i can’t make no calls
run to the money, i’m thumbing, i’m running, lil’ b-tch, like sonic the hedgehog
no, it’s no telling, but you got your life on the line so you making fed calls
they want us to mourn a n-gga like he mama son, he more like a dead dog
n-ggas be riding on d-ck, put him in a pond, he more like a dead frog
n-ggas be already dead and act surprised when the dead call

- highway

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