UNA CARTA Lyrics (English Translation) – Topboy TGR

[Intro]
What’s up, ma?

Are you okay, ma?

You haven’t called me in a while.
What’s up, ma? What’s up, ma?

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
This isn’t a song, take it more like a letter

I came to tell you, girl, that I miss you
That I miss your calls; you haven’t dialed me in a while
I’m the tiger without a mate on Noah’s Ark
I’ve got a girl who looks a lot like you, but she isn’t you
When I use three fingers, she flows like Moët
I know I’m not more of a man just for having lots of women
I’d spend all these hookups on you, but you left

[Verse 1]
I’m not going to look for you because I have my standards
And my system doesn’t allow me to beg
But I left the door ajar just in case you come back
Thinking about changing the attitudes that hurt you, yeah
You do things that hurt me too
I spent the price of an L on a single blunt
I don’t know why I fill the voids with paper
And these traumas with motels, and the heartbreak with women
Yeah, how I miss you, my girl
I wish we could reset time
You’re in my head all day like a New Era cap
I took one of those pills for the overthinking
I told my father about this and he says: “You’re exaggerating”
He knows the son he has doesn’t fall in love
He calls all the b!tches I bring home “daughter-in-law”
He’s surprised because I told him you were my lady

Send your location, don’t act tough
You see the movie and you’re drooling
Back when I rode around on that BWS that kept stalling
And you’d come out before I even honked
Now it’s a BM
I saw that new boyfriend of yours bought a Vitara
Good for him and all, but you’re more expensive
Just because you like money doesn’t make you… Bad

[Chorus]
This isn’t a song, think of it more like a letter
I came to tell you, girl, that I miss you
That I miss your calls; you haven’t dialed me in a while
I’m the tiger without a mate on Noah’s Ark
I’ve got a girl who looks a lot like you, but she isn’t you
When I use three fingers, she flows like Moët
I know I’m not more of a man just for having lots of women
I’d give all that loving to you, but you left

[Verse 2]
Bring that big ass over here, I’ll make it bounc
irl, don’t wear yourself out; that guy isn’t your man
You aren’t Princess Diana, this isn’t London
We’re in Tura; I’m the man of this city
I’m your man—the one who spreads your cheeks and… heh… licks it
We stopped talking for two months and it got bigger

[Outro]
Goddamn, yeah
I miss you, girl
Tell me if you miss me, girl
I miss you, girl
Yeah, eh-eh-eh
Trap, baby
Yeah, eh-eh-eh
Trap, baby
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