TABA HIGH (part. Jon Z)
PONLOS
Yah, okey, yah (yah)
Tzaja
Okey, yah
Ey (tzaja)
Música de Morovis
Tzaja, yah, yah (okey, yah)
Ando en una nota capsuleando con mis pana' (tz, con mis pana')
Ahora tengo chavo', jodida' puta', raspa y gana (puta')
Ante' no me querían (ah), ahora me lo maman (wow, wow)
Le exploté la boca con el bicho, flow Nirvana (ey)
RIP pa' to' los muerto' y RIP también a pai (a pai)
Cabrón (PONLOS), que se escuche RIP también a pai (a pai)
Si a mí no me prestan ropa, voy pisando en unas Fly (okey)
Ni me acuerdo de la escuela, es que yo siempre estaba high (yah, yah, okey, yah)
'Taba high, 'taba high, 'taba high, 'taba high (okey, yah)
No me preguntes de anoche (tzaja), huelebicho, estaba high
'Taba high, 'taba high, 'taba high, 'taba high (yah, yah, okey, yah)
Si no contesto el DM, bebecita, 'taba high (viajo sin ver)
No me acuerdo de la high (wuh), si yo siempre estaba high (wuh)
Yo no bebo Michelob, huelebicho, Medalla Light (ah)
Ella me pidió bizcocho y lo mío es el creampie (yeah)
Puta, voy a espatarrarte como Jordan en el fly (yeah, yeah)
Fumo hierba con cojone', andamo' en modo nube (wuh)
Me metí uno' hongo', ahora la nota me sube (wuh)
Estas perra' se enamoran de este bicho, no lo dude' (ah)
Ya me vine, canto de puta, arranca pa'l carajo en Uber
Con las Converse o las Nike, la weed patea, Muay Thai (wuh)
Yo no soy bonitillo, huelebicho, no soy Lunay (ah)
No me acuerdo de intermedia ni tampoco de la high
Lo único que recuerdo es de la nota y es porque yo
'Taba high, 'taba high, 'taba high, 'taba high (wuh, wuh, wuh)
No me preguntes de anoche (yeah), huelebicho, 'taba high
'Taba high, 'taba high, 'taba high, 'taba high (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Si no contesto el DM, bebecita, 'taba high, 'taba high (PONLOS, yeah, yeah)
Tzaja
Jon Z, men
FANTA
Oye, FANTA, nosotro' lo que hacemo' son palo', papi
Duran The Coach
Duran The Coach
Tzaja, yeah (yeah)
Mera, Jon, directamente lo que hay
Hay que limpiar el género
Art Label, hoe
Hay que limpiar el género, papi
PONLOS a mamar
HIGH (feat. Jon Z)
PUT 'EM ON
Yeah, okay, yeah (yeah)
Tzaja
Okay, yeah
Hey (tzaja)
Music from Morovis
Tzaja, yeah, yeah (okay, yeah)
I’m on a vibe, chillin' with my homies (tz, with my homies)
Now I got cash, fucked up, scratch and win (bitch)
They didn’t want me before (ah), now they’re all over me (wow, wow)
I blew their minds with my game, Nirvana style (hey)
RIP to all the dead and RIP to my pops too (to my pops)
Motherfucker (PUT 'EM ON), let’s hear RIP for my pops too (to my pops)
If they don’t lend me clothes, I’m stepping in some Flys (okay)
I don’t even remember school, I was always high (yeah, yeah, okay, yeah)
I was high, I was high, I was high, I was high (okay, yeah)
Don’t ask me about last night (tzaja), you little shit, I was high
I was high, I was high, I was high, I was high (yeah, yeah, okay, yeah)
If I don’t reply to the DM, babe, I was high (traveling blind)
I don’t remember high school (wuh), I was always high (wuh)
I don’t drink Michelob, you little shit, just Medalla Light (ah)
She asked for cake and I’m all about that creampie (yeah)
Bitch, I’m gonna spread you out like Jordan in the sky (yeah, yeah)
I smoke mad weed, we’re in cloud mode (wuh)
I took some shrooms, now I’m feeling the high (wuh)
These bitches fall for this game, don’t doubt it (ah)
I just came, singing like a whore, get the hell out in an Uber
With Converse or Nikes, the weed kicks like Muay Thai (wuh)
I’m not a pretty boy, you little shit, I’m not Lunay (ah)
I don’t remember middle school or high school either
The only thing I remember is the high 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), you little shit, I was high
I was high, I was high, I was high, I was high (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If I don’t reply to the DM, babe, I was high, I was high (PUT 'EM ON, yeah, yeah)
Tzaja
Jon Z, man
FANTA
Hey, FANTA, all we do is hit, papi
Duran The Coach
Duran The Coach
Tzaja, yeah (yeah)
Yo, Jon, straight to the point
We gotta clean up the genre
Art Label, hoe
We gotta clean up the genre, papi
PUT 'EM ON to suck
Escrita por: Jon Z, Fanta Rosario