Route 66 (feat. EST Gee)

Jack Harlow

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    Bitch, I'm from Kentucky
    But this ain't no fucking dixie chicks
    This is not route 66
    She step out, take like fifty flicks
    I'm way too selective with the folks

    That I get mixy with
    She said that's a lie, boy
    You a thot, thot, thot
    Just left out the city
    It was hot, hot, hot
    Think they fucking with me

    But they not, not, not
    I just cannot stop
    I'm 'bout to buy my bro a drop
    She came to kick it with her friends
    They taking shots, shots, shots

    I'm a hot shot (aye)
    Met her at the club and I took her to the casa
    Get bread nonstop
    Know my name ring a bell like raja

    From the city like rondo, rajon
    But I'm from the white side like hassan
    Way too fly, but I'm not trying
    Had y'all's fun, but it's my time
    Chain go bling, I ain't talking 'bout hotline

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    Young and I got time
    But I finally got one, it's about time
    Make the whole city shine every time that I shine
    Let me know now if you not down
    'Cause you left and you not 'round
    Need a julep and a hot brown
    Go ahead, let that top down

    Bitch, I'm from Kentucky
    But this ain't no fucking dixie chicks
    This is not route 66
    She step out, take like fifty flicks
    I'm way too selective with the folks

    That I get mixy with
    She said that's a lie, boy
    You a thot, thot, thot
    Just left out the city
    It was hot, hot, hot
    Think they fucking with me
    But they not, not, not
    I just cannot stop
    I'm 'bout to buy my bro a drop
    She came to kick it with her friends
    They taking shots, shots, shots

    White gold over my chrome hearts
    Ten bands sloppy, I ain't got no card
    I don't feel nothing for the most part
    Fat boy drive this bitch like a go-kart

    Slide through the opp blocks
    Shooting out blow darts
    I been rich before I signed
    Shirt cost five, wear it one time
    She don't slurp, get out my ride
    Run my city, you can ask my opps
    Love my thots with mouths like mops

    Shirt off, chains on in a drop
    I spent twenty g's for a clock
    Put a bentley gt in my mouth
    We don't sell cd's out this house
    Still got (bark bark) in now
    Like what's a drought, drought, drought

    Bitch, I'm from Kentucky
    But this ain't no fucking dixie chicks
    This is not route 66
    She step out, take like fifty flicks
    I'm way too selective with the folks

    That I get mixy with
    She said that's a lie, boy
    You a thot, thot, thot
    Just left out the city
    It was hot, hot, hot
    Think they fucking with me
    But they not, not, not
    I just cannot stop
    I'm 'bout to buy my bro a drop
    She came to kick it with her friends
    They taking shots, shots, shots

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    Composición: George Stone, Tecknique, Dondre Dshun Moore, Jetson Made, Jack Harlow y 1Stclass

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