21 TO INFINITY Lyrics

Finna take you way back on this shi

It's that classic Houston shi (21 to infinity)

It's that classic Houston shi

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I'm feelin so high, I'm feelin myself

Feelin so high, I'm feelin myself

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It's that Houston shi that take you way back

Take you way back to the Screw, take you way back to the hood

Take you way back

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Put yo guns up, put yo money up

Got you mixin yo cups

Mix that blurple, mix that purple

Mix that cup up with the methazine

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(21 to infinity)

Feelin so high, got me

Got me feelin headache

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Yeah can't feel my toes anymore

Can't feel it

I can't feel it

We is chilled out

We is chilled out

We is finna

We is finna

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We is finna

Take the hood off from this car

Take you in a ride

Take you where somewhere can't never see anymore

Take you Outerspace

Take you to my place

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Speakers, are bumpin

Speakers, are thumpin

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Can feel yo, chest up

Bread up, down

Up and down

Let's get it

Let's get it

Let's get it

Let's get this bread up

Let's get this fired up

Let's get this bread up

Let's get the club goin up

Get the club goin crazy

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R.I.P. to the screw

R.I.P. to people who I've seen dead

Seen the red

But now in the heavens

But heavenly soakin

Heavenly blown, smoke

Blown, smoke

Feel my guns, R.I.P.

Rest in peace

Can not see me

Cause I'm on a different level

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