Letra Hba Playboi Carti

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Uh, you gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
You gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
You gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
You gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me

I'm fuckin’ these bitches, alright
I'm havin' my way, alright, uh
My fingers, they motherfuckin’ tight
My eyes are open, I'm high
I can't believe I can die
I just realized I was high
I was seventeen on the mic
I'm tryna be Carti, not Mike
I'm a gigolo, ho, I bite
My whol? career, they bite
Some niggas still thinkin' th?y faster than me
Somebody should tell 'em they dyin'
I’m done with these niggas and dissin’, I just be pissin', I don’t give a fuck
I know I'm on your moodboard, bitch, I'm tryna tell you your ho gon' fuck
If you really got a problem, we can handle that problem, yeah, body to body
Buffie the Body, my bitch got body, Buffie the Body
My bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body
She screech like a hyena when I get her body

Travel the world, huh, huh, schyeah, hol’ up
On tour with your girl
It's not my world, it's Mali world
And she's not my girl, she's Mali's girl
You play with my top, get a referral
Put him in smoke, he reefer
Put him in a coffin, put him in a coffin
Put him in a, uh, put him in a, uh, put him in a coffin
I jump out the Lam' truck, she thought that I lost it
I jump out my Redeye, push out, then I go to Boston
I stay with like ten thots, Austin
Everything is awesome, FA, Fucking Awesome
Make sure you tell them niggas watch me, they don't know how I cross over
Double 0, yeah, the biggest ever, we just gettin' ready for the crossover
Tell the driver he need to pull over, let this bitch come top, then over
Nosebleed, yeah, high speed, huh, I can get the rollover
You been actin' funny and you fake poppin', yeah, just like hot soda
Y'all niggas don't know how to grow up, I been an OG since I was younger
All of my friends are dead, leave 'em in the cold, put 'em in the tundra
I go Ray Charles, I cannot see her, I make her fumble
I was just in Texas with Aaliyah, her pussy a jungle
They wanted this album to be opposite, but I told 'em I'm comin' normal
When you play this shit, wear a white tux, young nigga, like you in a formal, hah

I was twenty-four when I had lil' Onyx
(Then I had a daughter, I got a daughter too)
Twenty-seven when I had Yves
Now I can finally sleep
I let the sun
I let the sun lead me home
I let the moon
I let the moon set me up