Baby Keem - ​highway 95 lyrics

Woah ah ah woah ah ah
Woah ah ah, ah woah-oah
La la la, la, la, la woah, la (Oh)
Ah, ah, ah (Woah, la, la, la)

Baby, cook some' took the 95 to the 110
Headed your way, through the pape' and drape
Through the yellow tape, blew the motor
Got the Toyota on the tow way
Took it to José, it took him four days
He said, "It's the transmission" I said
"No way" uh
Them the days we couldn't buy no gourmet
Forget the bad things that
Happened with the foreplay
So when we walkin' in any venue
It's a light show
Catch a dinner and a movie
Wear your nice clothes
I throw the burner phone away, I go ice cold
Can't lose my main bitch fuckin'
With my side hoеs
I know she mad when the tеxt is full of typos
She ask me 'bout this chick
Alexis, she like 5'4", uh
She don't care about me, she entitled
I'm fuckin' her and I fucked
The bitch she idol
I'm inspired by the women with no rivals
I'm inspired by the women
That wanna be politicians
Inspired by the women that leisure
Is "go and get it"
The independent women that never
Need men to listen
I caught my mama cryin' 'bout dude
I couldn't get it and since then
I hated every boyfriend she been with oh
La, la woah