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Playboi Carti - HBA (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Playboi Carti
Playboi Carti
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Carter
Jordan Carter
Composer
Ronald Nathan Latour Jr.
Ronald Nathan Latour Jr.
Composer
Mark Läpple Onokey
Mark Läpple Onokey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo Got Wings
Cardo Got Wings
Producer
Onokey
Onokey
Producer
Marcus Fritz
Marcus Fritz
Mixing Engineer
Ojivolta
Ojivolta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 17 on the mic I'm tryna be Carti, not Mike I'm a gigolo, ho, I bite My whole career, they bite Some niggas still thinkin' they 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 Buffy the body, my bitch got body, Buffy 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 O, 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, ha I was 24 when I had lil' Onyx (Then I had a daughter, I got a daughter too) 27 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
Writer(s): Jordan Terrell Carter, Ronald Nathan Latour, Onokey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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