Highway lyrics

[Chorus: Jagged Edge]
I'm rollin' down a, lonely highway
Asking god, to please forgive me
For messing up the blessing he gave to me, I see
Everything clearer now

[Verse 1: Berner]
Pulled up on her, she extra fly
Got a brand new whip, might let her drive
I'm on this Y, Cherry Pie
Two pink cups, don't blow my high
Hit the gas, I don't want her cash
I got coke white bricks, stuffed in the dash
I got coke white guts, watch where you ash
I got ten hoe b*tches, do the math, huh
A few pretty b*tches in my bed when I wake up
All got the cake up
In my brand new J's, rollin' J's up
Got rich, but the money never changed us
Too smooth, roll ahead while the bass knock
Hold the KK in til' my face hot
Pull up to the stop light
I blew thirty-grand quick in the club
But it's alright
Gutted off from a b*tch in the soft white
White cup, but I'm stayin' up all night
Three girls on my di*k, what you ball like?
Two pills sleep good on a long flight
D-boy, Louis shoes cost eight-hun
If she come home with money, then we'll make love
Picky nail full of sh*t, make your face numb
On one, buy the weight from the A1
L.A., I got a number at the body shop
I told lil mama lick it like a lolipop
Blow money in the club, make the bottle pop
All I wanna do is live, let a hater rot
All I wanna do is bomb on a punk b*tch
Twenty-grand in my hands from a young b*tch
.45 on my lap, one clip
Hundred pack in the back, one trip
[Chorus: Jagged Edge]
I'm rollin' down a, lonely highway
Asking god, to please forgive me
For messing up the blessing he gave to me, I see
Everything clearer now

[Verse 2: AK of Do or Die]
She said she wanna jump into drop head, well drop dead
Motha-thug, let them pops hit
I'mma get the block bread
Now top that, I'm far fetched
Now don't be trippin', I'mma pop that, lock that
Smokin' up while I'm cruisin' through your block bold
A couple of hoes, a couple of shows, still on the block bold
Smokin' it all, ready to ball, never a flaw, lil bit of floss
Spendin' it all, iPhone sh*t, gotta make a call
Still cold with it, flow with it
She just a bad b*tch, let me low hit it
She pull up in the Phantom with the nose lifted
Pull up, pull up, in the Phantom with the nose lifted
Because I'm so gifted, so gifted
Got the rims on the Phantom like a small midget
A couple of bands in my pants makin' em dance
See what I'm sayin'? see what I'm sayin'?
Now that we back, double my stacks, fall back
I'mma fall back, let me get that
Baby girl steady rubbin' on my six-pack
She said she counted all the money, about six-racks
Now come and roll with a player, let me hit that
I think I'm ready to get my pimp on
I'm in the pimp zone
Ay, you go, grab my Cookie hoodie sweater
Bring the loud back
So, roll up the lye, let's roll, let's roll
Then I open up the suicide doors
Oh, oh, oh, then I hop out, all the b*tches froze
Oh, oh, oh, and the ten toes down on these hoes
So, let's roll
[Chorus: Jagged Edge]
I'm rollin' down a, lonely highway
Asking god, to please forgive me
For messing up the blessing he gave to me, I see
Everything clearer now

[Verse 3: Belo Of Do Or Die]
When I'm rollin' down this lonely highway
As I'm lookin' at the moon and the stars
I be whippin' in my motherf*ckin' Bentley
That's my motherf*ckin' brand new car
All the sh*t I did done in my life
I kinda regret it, but I was born with no love
I keep it pimpin', everybody in to win it
No, I gotta get money cause I'm a motherf*ckin' thug
Now, meet me at the alter
We ain't gettin' married, but we can be friends
Plus, I gotta check your file
Cause we could be family, meaning we can be kin
Then, we was headed to the condo
Went to the bedroom, started nailin' her
From the front, to the back, flip it back
To the back, to the front, and she was yellin' uhh
It feels so good, it feels so good
It feels so good, it feels so good
My cool is it
b*tch, your number one OP, you know me
D-low, once I got you at the factory
Obviously, we could be, makin' bread, freak-show
Better think that automatically
Cause I'm a pimp, I gotta be
And she think that automatically
She just really have to be
f*ckin' with a n*gga top notch, like me
She don't even really, really have to be
Uhm uhm uhm
This one
Shh
[Chorus: Jagged Edge]
I'm rollin' down a, lonely highway
Asking god, to please forgive me
For messing up the blessing he gave to me, I see
Everything clearer now