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destroy lonely - dress it up/ miss me lyrics

(chorus)
i’ll dress it up and make it perfect
i’ll take a double cup and make it dirty
when i woke up, i went and blew a thirty
in a lamborghini i’m swerving (swerve)
b+tch too bad, she might make ya nervous (nervous)
backseat 23’ cadillac truck, got tired of those suburbans
i got old money over sixty (sixty)
all my old hoes say they miss me (miss me)
i got codeine on my lip, yeah i take a styrofoam cup and i kiss it (kiss it)

(verse 1)
i got a f.n. on my hip and it’s the seven number after fifty (fifty)
yeah, that’s a .57, ( that’s a .57)
and i’m high as ever (and i’m high as evеr)
close ya eyes baby (closе ya eyes baby) show me why baby, show my why i should spend all this cash on you
show me why i should throw a whole bag on you
show me why i should pop all the tags on you
show me why show me shy
show me why show me shy
show me why show me shy
tell me why i should ever trust a n+gga, he a snitch i see it in his eyes
he a snitch he talking through a wire
jumping ship, i call it suicide
show me why i should ever trust a b+tch, she gon switch i see it in ha eyes
still her pull up meet me in the lobby, cuz her head and her p+ssy fire
all day in my life caught a vibe
hotter than a stove top, yeah i’m fried
(chorus)
i’ll dress it up and make it perfect
i’ll take a double cup and make it dirty
when i woke up, i went and blew a thirty
in a lamborghini i’m swerving (swerve)
b+tch too bad, she might make ya nervous (nervous)
backseat 23’ cadillac truck, got tired of those suburbans
i got old money over sixty (sixty)
all my old hoes say they miss me (miss me)
i got codeine on my lip, yeah i take a styrofoam cup and i kiss it (kiss it)

(verse 2)
i rock rick owens and balenci, i do celine and givenchy
in my book bag keep a semi, in my book bag keep a .50
talking about fifty thousand, talking about hundred thousand
talking about a hundred thou’, talking about a million dollars let go
i rock all white diamonds they go, i got some pointer chains they choke
i got a whole lotta freak hoes, i got a whole lotta designer clothes
i take the codeine and i pour straight outta sp+ce yeah here we go
i spent seven bands on a coat, rocking wedding bands i’m not married though
i know they gon change, yeah that’s how that go
i’ma stay the same n+gga yeah for sure
i just got a ranger rover, tell her get behind i ain’t pulling over

(chorus)
i’ll dress it up and make it perfect
i’ll take a double cup and make it dirty
when i woke up, i went and blew a thirty
in a lamborghini i’m swerving (swerve)
b+tch too bad, she might make ya nervous (nervous)
backseat 23’ cadillac truck, got tired of those suburbans
i got old money over sixty (sixty)
all my old hoes say they miss me (miss me)
i got codeine on my lip, yeah i take a styrofoam cup and i kiss it (kiss it)
i got a f.n. on my hip and it’s the seven number after fifty (fifty)
yeah, that’s a .57, ( that’s a .57)
and i’m high as ever (and i’m high as ever)
huh, and im high as ever

- destroy lonely lyrics

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