Wifisfuneral — Highway to Hell

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Every day it look like an illusion
I was cruising down the highway to Hell
But my demons told me cool it
Lord forgive me for my sinning
But my niggas never choosy
If I’m riding then I’m sliding
Windows tinted, blowing lucies
Every day look it like an illusion
I was cruising down the highway to Hell
But my demons told me cool it
Lord forgive me for my sinning
But my niggas never choosy
If I’m riding then I’m sliding
Windows tinted, blowing lucies

Drop top with a regular bitch
I remember all the days in the crib
Kick rocks big bank on my payroll yeah
Money make a nigga skin suntan
Like Yazmine ain’t you fucking proud of me?
I’m out here looking like a robbery
And all I was doing the pottery
I was running, ducking, bucking right from the feds
Bust a molly then its back to the trap
This life is too crazy
I can’t wind up dead
Paranoia fucking up with my head
Boy, you gotta fuck it up, what you saying?
Count a rack up in the tote when I’m vacant
Show them boys that you the one that’s not playing
Kodak boppin’ in my funeral playing
Kodak boppin’ in my funeral playing

Every day it look like an illusion
I was cruising down the highway to Hell
But my demons told me cool it
Lord forgive me for my sinning
But my niggas never choosy
If I’m riding then I’m sliding
Windows tinted, blowing loosies
Every day look it like an illusion
I was cruising down the highway to Hell
But my demons told me cool it
Lord forgive me for my sinning
But my niggas never choosy
If I’m riding then I’m sliding
Windows tinted, blowing lucies

Ok, look
The gas gets smoked, Hoes get fucked
Niggas know how it goes And the gas gets smoked
Hoes get fucked, Pour a four in my cup
Niggas really, they know what’s up
Ay, gas get
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Ok, gas get smoked
Ok, hoes get fucked
My cup, pour a four
Niggas really know what’s up

Every day it look like an illusion
I was cruising down the highway to Hell
But my demons told me cool it
Lord forgive me for my sinning
But my niggas never choosy
If I’m riding then I’m sliding
Windows tinted, blowing lucies
Every day look it like an illusion
I was cruising down the highway to Hell
But my demons told me cool it
Lord forgive me for my sinning
But my niggas never choosy
If I’m riding then I’m sliding
Windows tinted, blowing lucies