H.A.B

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Yeat - Electronic, Rap

H.A.B

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[Intro] (Dream, this shit go dummy) (High as a bitch, I'm high as a kite, oh) (High as a bitch, I'm high as a kite, boom) (High as a bitch, I'm high as a kite, boom) (High as a bitch, I'm high as a kite, boom) [Chorus] High as a bitch, I'm high as a kite, oh (Skrrt) High as a bitch, I'm high as a kite, boom (Woah, woah) High as a bitch, I'm high as a kite, boom (Woah, woah, woah) High as a bitch, I'm high as a kite, boom (Hey) No, we don't play with shit Fold 'em like a taco, we gon' roll 'em like a spliff (Bang) I live on the moon, I'm not from here, I'm not from this (Hey) And I got like a hundred bottles, do a hundred flips, yeah And I got like forty bitches, doin' suckin' dick (Hey) You can't feel this shit I'm saying, because you know it don't exist I'm not tryna burst your bubble but I pop it like a zit (Hey) You rock foo-ey Balmain yeah, shit all counterfeit You rock foo-ey Rollie watch, all them diamonds do not hit (Hеy) [Verse] Ridin' in that motherfuckin' tonka, this a big one Runnin' from the mothеrfuckin' law, we on a big run Ran that back and forth I built it up just like a Pilgrim Bitch, I'm high as shit, I count my money with my fuckin' thumb I'ma walk around, I pull it out, I shoot 'em with my gun I ain't even started this that shit, this, bitch I fuckin' won I ain't give no shit about these whores, they all so fuckin' dumb I got lots of money in my pocket, I got lots of mon' I do lots of shit, I ride around, I have a lot of fun I'll run it back from the muh'fuckin top Get it bitch? I'm high as bum [Chorus] High as a bitch, I'm high as a kite, oh (Skrrt) High as a bitch, I'm high as a kite, boom (Woah, woah) High as a bitch, I'm high as a kite, boom (Woah, woah, woah) High as a bitch, I'm high as a kite, boom (Hey) No, we don't play with shit Fold 'em like a taco, we gon' roll 'em like a spliff (Bang) I live on the moon, I'm not from here, I'm not from this (Hey) And I got like a hundred bottles, do a hundred flips, yeah And I got like forty bitches, doin' suckin' dick (Hey) You can't feel this shit I'm saying, because you know it don't exist I'm not tryna burst your bubble but I pop it like a zit (Hey) You rock foo-ey Balmain yeah, shit all counterfeit You rock foo-ey Rollie watch, all them diamonds do not hit (Hey)

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  • Yeat
  • Dream Awake