Correction Lyrics Highway by Moneymarr

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Why is everything chrome?
Everything is chrome in the future

I'm bustin' these juggs on the highway
Trap hard, I get this shit my way
Used to make all the swerves on MySpace
I'm too high off the Perc', I need my space
Pourin' lean, sippin' syrup in the i8
Now the bitches wan' be all in my face
Big Glock four-fifth, it's on my waist
O-Dog with the Glock, shoot it sideways

I can freeway rip on the highway
Say he a goon, I'ma show his ass my way
Smokin' that huff is gon' give you a migrane
If you come in my city, then nigga, that's my chain
That bitch on my line, ain't got time for the mind games
Big Marr, Big Dope, nigga that's my name
Gun squad, gun squad, screamin' out gang gang
Big chop, AR, kick go bang bang
New Mexican plug, he just gave me that pressure
Them bullets, they flyin', applyin' that pressure
Bitch, I can count 20K just by the texture
I bust on her face, I'm the nutty professor
Just got a new MAC and it got a suppressor
I'm havin' a lunch with a plug named Hector
Ooh, wait, tell 'em free Hector
Bitch, I'ma hop out the car with a Vector
Blood on my bottom and now I'm a stepper
Gun squad shit, bitch, you know I'm a repper
Big Glock-9, got through the metal detector
He play with my brother, you know I'ma stretch him
Whip out that AR, I ain't gon' wreck him
Just like a Nike, you know I'ma check him
He lookin' sweet so you know I'ma press him
Beat up the pot, nigga, I'm so aggressive
I'm MoneyMarr, bitch, I'm highly respected
He talkin' tough so you know I'ma X him
Trap hard, don't get the wrong impression
Slid on his block, yeah, I gave him a lesson

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