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Highway Video (MV)




Performed By: Tuya
Language: English
Length: 2:19
Written by: Artur Pinto




Tuya - Highway Lyrics
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Driving down the highway
Feeling so G
1 milli in my pocket
Baby, let's party
Driving down the highway
Feeling so free
Calling all my homies
Yoo, drinks on me
Copped a new ride
Girl on my side
Shit never felt so right
Got gas in my tank
Cash in my bank
Baby, I don't care
Remember how we met
You playing hard to get
You're my kind of freak
I'd f*ck you seven days a week
I said
Girl you ain't my type
I might
Just keep you on the side
I lied
Let me scoop you up tonight
I'll bring you back on time
Driving down the highway
Feeling so G
1 milli in my pocket
Baby, let's party
Driving down the highway
Feeling so free
Calling all my homies
Yoo, drinks on me
Bitches want fame
They got no shame
They don't know the game
Pull up in the caddy
You can call me daddy
You know why I came
She be smoking hot
Don't be looking like a thot
No
Like the way she dress
How she smell
I must confess
F*ck
Here we go again
I thought
I can't help myself
From
Falling for these chicks
So swift, intense,
Won't last a week
I said
Girl you ain't my type
I might
Just keep you on the side
I lied
Let me scoop you up tonight
I'll bring you back on time
Driving down the highway
Feeling so G
1 milli in my pocket
Baby, let's party
Driving down the highway
Feeling so free
Calling all my homies
Yoo, drinks on me
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Driving down the highway
Feeling so G
1 milli in my pocket
Baby, let's party
Driving down the highway
Feeling so free
Calling all my homies
Yoo, drinks on me
Copped a new ride
Girl on my side
Shit never felt so right
Got gas in my tank
Cash in my bank
Baby, I don't care
Remember how we met
You playing hard to get
You're my kind of freak
I'd f*ck you seven days a week
I said
Girl you ain't my type
I might
Just keep you on the side
I lied
Let me scoop you up tonight
I'll bring you back on time
Driving down the highway
Feeling so G
1 milli in my pocket
Baby, let's party
Driving down the highway
Feeling so free
Calling all my homies
Yoo, drinks on me
Bitches want fame
They got no shame
They don't know the game
Pull up in the caddy
You can call me daddy
You know why I came
She be smoking hot
Don't be looking like a thot
No
Like the way she dress
How she smell
I must confess
F*ck
Here we go again
I thought
I can't help myself
From
Falling for these chicks
So swift, intense,
Won't last a week
I said
Girl you ain't my type
I might
Just keep you on the side
I lied
Let me scoop you up tonight
I'll bring you back on time
Driving down the highway
Feeling so G
1 milli in my pocket
Baby, let's party
Driving down the highway
Feeling so free
Calling all my homies
Yoo, drinks on me
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Writer: Artur Pinto
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