SHE MY BEST FRIEND WE NOT A COUPLE LYRICS CARTI

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She My Best Friend We Not A Couple Lyrics Carti

What? What? What? What?
I’m so high, man, I can’t even feel sh^t

I told my boy, “Go roll like ten blunts for me” (What? Roll ten, what?)
I told my boy, “Go roll like ten blunts for me” (What? What? What? Roll ten)
I’m tryna get high ’til I can’t feel nothin’ (Woah, what? What? What?)
I’m tryna get high ’til I can’t feel nothin’ (Woah, what? What? What? Let’s go)
I could fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothin’ (What? What? What? Slatt, slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothin’ (Woah, what? What? What?)

I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah (High), woah (Yeah)
I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah, woah (Yeah)
I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah)
I’m way too high (Yeah, yeah), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah)
I’m way too high (Yeah, woah)

Wake up (Wake up, wake up, woah)
It’s the first of the month (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
I brush my teeth and count up (What? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, woah)
I let my bi^^h roll my blunt (Woah, slatt, slatt)
I’m ’bout to dirty my cup (Woah, yeah, bi^^h, woah, woah, what?)
Pour up some lean and get st^^k (Pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)
I make her scream when we f^^k (Slatt, scrеam, s^^k it)
I don’t drive R8s, I don’t like those (Woah, huh, chop it and slidе)
I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (Yeah, skrrt)
Can’t f^^k with nobody (What?), not even my shadow (Yeah, no one)

I got on Ed Hardy (What? What? What? What? What?), she got on stilettos (What?)
She my best friend (What? What?), yeah, we not a couple (What? What?)
She a rockstar (What? What? What?), she a s^x symbol (What? What? What? Let’s go)
The way she do that sh^t (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?)
The way she do that sh^t (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?)

Baby, tell me what you wanna do (Yeah, what? Wanna do)
Baby, tell me everybody you screw (Yeah, who? Who? Yeah)
Tell me everybody you took to this room (Who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you f^^k, F in this room (Baby, who? Who?)
I gotta know who you f^^ked in this room (Yeah, who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you f^^ked in this room (Bih’, who?)
Can’t trust no bi^^h (What? Bih’, bih’), can’t trust these nig^^s (Bih, bih’)

Yeah, in love with my money (What? In love with my money), in love with my pistols (In love with that pistol)
In love with my bi^^h (Love with my bi^^h), I think she my bi^^h (I think she my bi^^h)
I know she s^^k d^^k (I know she s^^k d^^k, blatt), I know she not s^^t (I know she not sh^t, huh, huh)
I been thinkin’ ’bout it (Been thinkin’ ’bout it, yeah, yeah), finna cut off that bi^^h (Finna cut off that bi^^h, what? What?)
She don’t cook, she don’t clean (Damn, what? What?), but she want Ruth Chris (Slatt, slatt)
I don’t even like to hug (To hug, hug), I don’t even like to kiss (Slatt, slatt)

I just pat her on the A (What? What?), and tell her, “Good sh^t” (Slatt, what?)
I just walked in my pad (Slatt), paparazzi at the fence (Slatt)
I’m ’bout to pour up some red (Red)
And shawty gon’ roll up some sh^t (What? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon’)
And shawty gon’ roll up some sh^t (Slatt)
I’m ’bout to pour up some red (What?), and shawty gon’ roll up some sh^t (What?)

I told my boy, “Go roll like ten blunts for me” (Alright, what?)
I told my boy, “Go roll like ten blunts for me” (What? What? What?)
I’m tryna get high ’til I can’t feel nothin’ (Woah, what? What? What?)
I’m tryna get high ’til I can’t feel nothin’ (Woah, what? What? Slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothin’ (What? What? What? Slatt, slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothin’ (Woah, what? Slatt, slatt)

I’m way too high (Yeah, what?), woah (Blatt), woah (Yeah)
I’m way too high (Yeah, woah), woah, woah, woah (What?)
I’m way too high (Yeah, woah), woah, woah, woah (What?)
I’m way too high (Yeah, yeah, huh?), woah, woah, woah (What?)
I’m way too high (What? What? What?)

What? What? What?
I’m so high, man, I can’t even feel sh^t

Lyrics by: Playboi Carti