CX90

Yeah, long way to go
(But I) Know what I've got
(Yeah, yeah!) This shit, a bop
Go light up a blunt (Shhhh)
Ride it too smoothly
They got nothin' on me
Imma be on my own lane now, baby

Yeah, gon do it my way, my way
We gon do it our ways, our ways
CX90 on highway, highway
Look at you at the sideway, sideway

I'm running on a hundred miles
I'll stay on this ride
Till we crash and die (And I)
I'm running on a hundred miles
I'll stay on this ride
Till we crash and die

Calling me cocky, got lotta pride tho
Got lotta problems, throw another bottle
Coco in a polo, pull up a new model
I gotta buckle, doses went double
Wake up to the sun
Got bags and the blunts
Life I wanna live in
Days I wanna be in
That, that, that, that

Headlining the world in my suits & my ties
Combining with God so I see through your lies
I'm sneaking a diss like I'm Totally Spies
To double up profits, I bought a franchise
I'm fucking the world, I'm out of my mind
I'm out of my mind, I'm crossing the line
I wake up at noon and I work in the night
My dick in the world was big like Eiffel
You hope that I fall when I play it safe
I'm touring the world, I'm getting a safe
Got enough cash so my bills getting paid
For the tuition, man, I was delayed (What?)

I, remember back to those days
I, counterfeited my all grades
I, die tonight or get paid
I, take all my shit to the grave

Grave, grave, taking that shit to my grave
Grave, grave, taking your bitch to my grave
Sliding off to the end's near
Drop me off, see my friends here
Slacking off the whole damn year
Killer cop, all my friends queer
I've been down for a minute now
Safe and sound for a minute now
Burn it down for a minute now
Fuck your bitch, spend a hundred thou-
Doja bitch stay on my couch
Mona bitches stay underground
I've been off for a minute now
Burn it up, we finna take it down

(Bitch! Pulling up!)
(Bitch! Bitch! Yeah! Yeah!)
(Pulling up! What?)
(Pulling up! What?)

I'm running on a hundred miles
I'll stay on this ride
Till we crash and die (Yeah!)

Yeah, we move it in motion
Thought you'd notice
A hundred ten mills
We're making out the shows
And hitting the goals
And come with the flows
And netted the hoes
Chanel, double Cs
I get it, I go
The way that I'm told
The pros and the cons
Of making a song
Prolonging my words
Don't tie your own tongue
The life's always tough
But I gotta run (Shit!)



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Writer(s): Hong Phuoc Van
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