Hugo Valentin - Clear The Highway

Man, screw in those Wraith rims
Chains and all for grippin'
(Man)
We high, high class in this bitch
(Shit)
Run it, I said run it
(Bro, what the fuck is you doin'?)
Man, run this mofukin' shit
(What the fuck?)

(Ugh, ah ah, ugh, ah ah
Ugh, ah ah, ugh, ah ah)

Make the runway, clear the highway
She is fucking flying right through the freeway
You don't wanna be in the way
Or else you'll have your life to pay
When she put the GPS on
Estimated time is less then what it say
She don't fear time cause time fear her
Grandfather clock said "Yo, what's the word?"

"I gotta yield cause road work up ahead?
Nope you got me fucked up, shit ain't red
No stoppin' today, if there's traffic I'm drivin' through the emergency lane"

(Ugh, ah ah, ugh, ah ah
Ugh, ah ah, ugh, ah ah)

Police, police, the police
Watch out for the ops, ops, the ops
Look out for the cops, the cops, cops
Bitch ass cops robbin' us

(Po-police, po-police, police
Po-police, police, po-police, police)

We are flying down the highway
Going hundreds of miles per
Hour, hour, hour, hour
Hour, hour, hour, hour

Always hatin' on her cause she got a Mercedes
Move to the right if you wanna bitch like a baby
Six cylinder four-matic goin' real speedy
She like Cruz Ramirez, you could never win at racing, gurl

Ayo bro, what the fuck did we do, dawg?
(We're taking you with us)
We fucking killed her, oh fuck
(You have to come)
Ayo calm down, fuck
Let it go, bitch, road work up ahead
(We're not leaving you here)
We made a deal with the devil, bitch, we can't go back now
(You must go)
Ayo, ayo floor it, floor it
(It's the end)

Written by:
Hugo Valentin Jr

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