A$AP Rocky, Playboi Carti - Sights lyrics

(EVILGIANE, SURF GANG, bitch)
Yeah you know what I'm sayin’?
BABYXSOSA in this motherfucker (Sosa)

Uh, ride in that Maybach and no
I'm not Ross (Huh, yeah)
I just told Sosa that she is the boss (yeah)
We livin' our life and we livin’ it large
(Livin' our life and livin' it large)


I was born like this, I cannot fall
(Born like this, I cannot yeah)
I been like this, I'm not like y'all
(I been like this, I'm not like y'all)
I can't go to the mall
I’m bigger than the mall
(I can’t go to the mall
I'm bigger than the mall)
Put a bag on the bitch
Put a bag on the broad
(Put a bag on the bitch
Put a bag on the broad)
Put a bag on the bitch, they’ll
Kill it for the broad, yeah
(Put a bag on the bitch
They'll kill it for the broad)
Got my niggas outside waitin' in the car
Yeah (Got my niggas outside
They waitin' in the car)
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide
Yeah)
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide
Yeah)
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide
Yeah) put a bag on the bitch
Put a bag on the broad
(Put a bag on the bitch
Put a bag on the broad)
Homixide, Homixide, yeah
Put a bag on the bitch, put
A bag on the broad, uh

Put a bag on the bitch, a bag on the broad

Put a bag on the bitch
Put a bag on the broad
Put a bag on the bitch
Put a bag on the broad
Put a bag on the bitch
Put a bag on the broad
Put a bag on the bitch
Put a bag on the broad

Uh, ride in the Maybach and no, I’m not Ross
(yeah)
I just told Sosa that she is the boss (yeah)
We livin' our life and we livin' it large
(Livin' our life and we livin' it large)
We livin' our life and we livin' it large
(yeah)

I'm too hip, that girl glued to my hip
(Hip, hip, hip, on my hip)
I'm too hip, that girl glued to my hip
(Hip, hip, hip, on my hip, yeah)
I'm too legit, that tool glued to my hip
(My hip, my hip)
I'm too legit, that tool glued to my hip
(What? Hip, hip, hip, on my hip)
NY trill, shit on site, with them stills
(What? Stills) do a love site
Login, wwwimnothinglikeyourmancom, uh
(What?) slash com, all this (What?)
Greatest of all time
They must have forgot like it's Alzheimer's
(What? Like it's Alzh yeah)
Old-timers, all kinda comments in
My state of farm (What?)
Then shake some dollars and
I'll break your heart
I won't make a promise
I'm too hip, that girl glued to my hip
(yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
I'm too legit, that tool glued to my hip
(yeah yeah, yeah, yeah)
Move your hips, don't kiss and tell
Glue your lips, who you know do it like this?
(What?) uncle Luke, 2-Live Clique
My hood sound like July 6
All about that mula, bitch, that mula, bitch
Still with the shit's and it's on sight
With them when we see 'em
(When we see 'em)
And it's on sight with them when we see 'em
(When we see 'em) when we see 'em
(See 'em, yeah yeah yeah, yeah)

Uh, ride in the Maybach and no, I'm not Ross
(Flacko, yeah, yeah)
I just told Sosa that she is the boss
(Ah, yeah)
We livin' our life and we livin' it large
(Livin' our life and we livin' it large)
We livin' our life and we livin' it large