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| What? |
| What? |
| What?
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| I’m so high, man, I can’t even feel shit
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| I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me (Alright)
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| I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me
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| I’m trying to get high til' (What?) I can’t feel nothing (Woah)
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| I’m trying to get high til' (What?) I can’t feel nothing (Woah)
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| I can fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothing (Slatt, slatt)
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| I can fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothing
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| I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Damn)
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| I’m way too high, woah woah
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| I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Yeah)
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| I’m way too high (Yeah, yeah), woah woah
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| I’m way too high (Woah)
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| Wake up (Yeah, wake up)
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| It’s the first of the month (Slatt, slatt)
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| I brush my teeth and count up (Woah, what, slatt)
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| I let my bitch roll my blunt (Woah, slatt)
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| I’m bout to dirty my cup (Woah, what?)
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| Pour up some lean and get stuck (Pour it up)
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| I make her scream when we fuck (Slatt, scream)
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| I don’t drive R8s, I don’t like those
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| I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (What?)
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| Can’t fuck with nobody, not even my shadow
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| I got on Ed Hardy, she got on stilettos
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| She my best friend, yeah we not a couple (Slatt)
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| She a rockstar, she a sex symbol
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| The way she do that shit, she make it look simple (What? What?)
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| The way she do that shit, she make it look simple (What? What?)
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| Baby, tell me what you wanna do (Yeah, what? What?)
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| Baby, tell me everybody you screw (Yeah, yeah)
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| Tell me everybody you touched in this room (Ooh, ooh)
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| I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (Ooh, what? What?)
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| I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Huh, oh)
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| I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Yeah)
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| Can’t trust no bitch (What? Yeah), can’t trust these niggas (Bih)
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| In love with my money, in love with my pistols
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| In love with my bitch, I think she my bitch (Woah, bih)
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| I know she suck dick, I know she not shit (Woah, what?)
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| I been thinking 'bout it, finna cut off that bitch (What? What?)
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| She don’t cook, she don’t clean, but she want Ruth Chris (What? What?)
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| I don’t even like to hug (What? What?), I don’t even like to kiss
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| I just pat her on the ass, and tell her «Good shit»
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| I just walked in my pad (Slatt), paparazzi at the fence
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| I’m 'bout to pour up some red (Red)
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| And shawty gon' roll up some shit (What?, slatt, slatt)
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| And shawty gon' roll up some shit (Slatt)
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| I’m 'bout to pour up some red (What?)
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| And shawty gon' roll up some shit (What?)
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| I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me (Alright)
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| I told my boy go roll like (What?) ten blunts for me
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| I’m trying to get high til' (What?) I can’t feel nothing (Woah)
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| I’m trying to get high til' (What?) I can’t feel nothing (Woah)
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| I can fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothing (Slatt, slatt)
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| I can fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothing
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| I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Damn)
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| I’m way too high, woah woah
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| I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah woah (Yeah)
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| I’m way too high (Yeah, yeah), woah woah
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| I’m way too high (Woah)
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| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What?
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| I’m so high man, I can’t even feel shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sky , by - Playboi Carti. Song from the album Whole Lotta Red, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп