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letra de hit the road - ​midwxst

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[chorus: midwxst]
i know that boy don’t want smoke
can’t take him serious, that boy is a joke
get that money, but i can’t even vote
i’m just playin’, boy, you know i can vote
you might catch me on the cover of vogue
stay with my n-ggas, i stay with my bros
sellin’ out venues and sellin’ out shows
might do a tour, b-tch, i might hit the road

[verse 1: midwxst]
i’m ’boutta fly to j-pan
i don’t f-ck with pills, i do not f-ck with xans
feel like i’m megan, i might go to france
get us some money, b-tch, i do my dance
louie v. belt, b-tch, i don’t sag my pants
high off the gas, high as my demand
rockin’ that denim, i feel like i’m sam
i’m never tellin’, i won’t take a stand, nah
get in the stu’, make a hit, hit, hit
twenty for twenty, can’t miss, miss, miss
shawty wanna blow me a kiss, kiss, kiss
it don’t gеt better than this, this, this
yeah, yеah, i am king and you are a squire
i know you cappin’, i know you a liar
say that you hard, but you need to retire, yeah
yeah, yeah, throwin’ my money like [?], yeah
feel like i’m kanye, [?] through the wire, i’m a money multiplier
see my name up on a flyer, singin’ in mics like a choir
always workin’, never tired [?] makin’ fire
mama never raised a liar, no
[?]
want me to drop, b-tch, i know you a fiend
i think my fingers turnin’ green
feel like i’m gecs with my money machine
[?]
want me to drop, b-tch, i know you a fiend
i think my fingers turnin’ green
feel like i’m gecs with my money machine
[chorus: midwxst]
i know that boy don’t want smoke
can’t take him serious, that boy is a joke
get that money, but i can’t even vote
i’m just playin’, boy, you know i can vote
you might catch me on the cover of vogue
stay with my n-ggas, i stay with my bros
sellin’ out venues and sellin’ out shows
might do a tour, b-tch, i might hit the road

[verse 2: lei]
yeah, all my haters are p-ssed
they talk like me, why they talking like this? (yeah)
[?] no, you can’t walk like this (wow)
everybody sayin’ we goin’ up
had to get up myself, had to get out the mud (yeah)
and it’s on me for yor love, yeah
she said to come over, i said, “shawty, that’s what’s up,” yeah (wow)
swear they wasn’t rockin’ with me, now they acting dumb (yeah)
pull up to the function, instant paparazzi
making hit after hit, tell them you cannot stop me (yeah)
drinking too much, i’ma walk like a zombie
[?] want me
i’m spending my money on kicks
i cannot pay attention to my kids (yeah)
she on me, like she wanna kiss
but she wants the bands (woah), get the h-ll out my crib
tell her i got a show, gotta dip
me and midwxst (woah) tryna [?] (yeah)
we got a [?] ’cause we gon’ be big
no cap, like, that’s my twin
[chorus: midwxst]
i know that boy don’t want smoke
can’t take him serious, that boy is a joke
get that money, but i can’t even vote
i’m just playin’, boy, you know i can vote
you might catch me on the cover of vogue
stay with my n-ggas, i stay with my bros
sellin’ out venues and sellin’ out shows
might do a tour, b-tch, i might hit the road

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