TABA HIGH Lyrics English Translation by FANTA ROSARIO
(feat. Jon Z)
PONLOS
Yah, okay, yah (Yah)
Tzaja
Okay, yah
Ey (Tzaja)
Music from Morovis
Tzaja, yah, yah (Okay, yah)
I’m on one vibing with my boys (Tz; with my boys)
Now I got cash, broke-ass bitches, scratch and win (Bitch)
Before they didn’t want me (Ah), now they suck me off (Wow, wow)
I blew out her mouth with the dick, flow Nirvana (Ey)
RIP to all the dead and RIP to my dad too (To my dad)
Motherfucker (PONLOS), let it be heard RIP to my dad too (To my dad)
If they don’t lend me clothes, I’m stepping in some Flys (Okay)
I don’t even remember school, it’s just I was always high (Yah, yah; okay, yah)
I was high, I was high, I was high, I was high (Okay, yah)
Don’t ask me about last night (Tzaja), dick-sniffer, I was high
I was high, I was high, I was high, I was high (Yah, yah; okay, yah)
If I don’t answer the DM, baby girl, I was high (I travel without seeing)
I don’t remember the high (Wuh), if I was always high (Wuh)
I don’t drink Michelob, dick-sniffer, Medalla Light (Ah)
She asked me for cake and mine is the creampie (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m gonna spread you out like Jordan on the fly (Yeah, yeah)
I smoke weed like crazy, we’re in cloud mode (Wuh)
I took some shrooms, now the vibe is kicking in (Wuh)
These bitches fall in love with this dick, don’t doubt it (Ah)
I already came, I sing like a bitch, take off to hell in an Uber
With the Converse or the Nikes, the weed kicks, Muay Thai (Wuh)
I ain’t no pretty boy, dick-sniffer, I ain’t Lunay (Ah)
I don’t remember intermedia and I don’t remember the high
The only thing I remember is the vibe and that’s because I
I was high, I was high, I was high, I was high (Wuh, wuh, wuh)
Don’t ask me about last night (Yeah), dick-sniffer, I was high
I was high, I was high, I was high, I was high (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If I don’t answer the DM, baby girl, I was high, I was high (PONLOS; yeah, yeah)
Tzaja
Jon Z, men
FANTA
Hey, FANTA, all we do is hits, papi
Duran The Coach
Duran The Coach
Tzaja, yeah (Yeah)
Hey, Jon, straight up what it is
We gotta clean up the genre
Art Label, hoe
We gotta clean up the genre, papi
PONLOS to suck