destroy lonely - fkenggas (fakenggas (og)) lyrics
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[chorus]
yeah, my boy keep a glock and a ‘k with him (he keep a ‘k with him)
i took that ho outside, and told her, “don’t play with him” (b+tch, don’t play with him)
n+ggas wan’ hang with the gang, but i can not hang with ’em (no, i can’t hang with ’em), yeah
no, i don’t f+ck with these boys, i swear that i hate n+ggas (i swear that i hate n+ggas)
i can’t f+ck with no fake n+ggas (f+ck these fake n+ggas), no, i can’t f+ck with no fake n+ggas (f+ck these fake n+ggas)
i can’t f+ck with no fake b+tches (no), no, i can’t f+ck with no fake b+tches (f+ck these fake hoes)
rick owens my jeans, rick owens my kicks, lil’ b+tch, i get too fly (i’m rockin’ rick owens)
i’m getting way, way geeked with my b+tch, yeah, we get like too high (wе getting geeked up)
[verse 1]
yeah, i put that ho on thе x, now she piped up, she getting piped down (she gettin’ piped down)
i put that ho on that oxy’ and codeine, now that ho geeked up (now that ho geeked up)
yeah, i’m on some oxy’ and motherf+ckin’ codeine, lil’ b+tch, i’m geeked out (lil’ b+tch, i’m geeked out)
yeah, balenciaga boots so big, these n+ggas get stomped out (n+ggas get stomped out)
hold on, hold up (hold up), yeah, i’m doing tricks in this b+tch (yeah, i’m doing tricks in this b+tch)
no, i don’t skate, but i’m on my motherf+ckin’ grind, and i’m doing tricks in this b+tch (i’m doing tricks in here)
no, i don’t skate, but if that lil’ ho fine, then i’ll perform a trick for that b+tch (i’ll trick that ho)
i took her out on a date, i took her straight to my room, then i hopped in that b+tch (yeah, i hopped in that b+tch; uh, yeah+yeah)
diamonds on all my neck and my wrist, lil’ b+tch (all on my wrist;uh, yeah+yeah)
i’m shinin’ ’cause i’m a vampire, you could get bit, lil’ b+tch (you can get bit, lil’ ho; uh, yeah+yeah)
i ball like a motherf+ckin’ umpire, i put lean in the pitcher (the pitcher, lil’ ho; uh)
n+ggas ain’t f+ckin’ with me, and n+ggas can’t touch my b+tch (nah)
[chorus]
yeah, my boy keep a glock and a ‘k with him (keepin’ a ‘k with him)
i took that ho outside, and told her, “don’t play with him” (b+tch, don’t play with him)
n+ggas wan’ hang with the gang, but i can not hang with ’em (no, i can’t hang with ’em), yeah
no, i don’t f+ck with these boys, i swear that i hate n+ggas (i swear that i hate n+ggas)
i can’t f+ck with no fake n+ggas (can’t f+ck these fake n+ggas), no, i can’t f+ck with no fake n+ggas (can’t f+ck these fake n+ggas)
i can’t f+ck with no fake b+tches (can’t f+ck with no fake b+tches), no, i can’t f+ck with no fake b+tches (can’t f+ck with no fake b+tches)
rick owens my jeans, rick owens my kicks, lil’ b+tch, i get too fly (i’m rockin’ rick owens)
i’m getting way, way geeked with my b+tch, yeah, we get like too high (we getting geeked too high)
[verse 2]
yeah, and i keep some motherf+ckin’ cash on me (i got some cash on me)
everytime that i move (uh), gotta keep my bag on me (gotta keep my bag)
if i hit that lil’ b+tch (uh), she gon’ try to brag on me (she gon’ try to brag)
if i f+ck on that ho (uh), she gon’ try to nag on me (she gon’ try to nag)
we in that lamb’ chopped truck (yeah), the insides red meat (the insides red meat)
f+cking this bad+ass b+tch (woah), her insides red+pink (her insides red+pink)
yeah, i let the k pop, ho (yeah), i’m goin’ blackpink (i’m goin’ blackpink)
yeah, can’t let main ho go (woah), for that lil’ lame ting (for that lame ting)
yeah, i let the lame ho go, then hopped on the cash ting (hopped on the cash)
yeah, i switched my focus up, then hopped in my bag, man (yeah, i hopped in my bag)
yeah, i’m on some all black sh+t, you would think i was batman (you would think i was batman)
yeah, i’m on the phone with my plug, tell that boy, “send the whole thang” (yeah)
[chorus]
yeah, my boy keep a glock and a ‘k with him (keepin’ a ‘k with him)
i took that ho outside, and told her, “don’t play with him” (b+tch, don’t play with him)
n+ggas wan’ hang with the gang, but i can not hang with ’em (no, i can’t hang with ’em), yeah
no, i don’t f+ck with these boys, i swear that i hate n+ggas (i swear that i hate n+ggas)
i can’t f+ck with no fake n+ggas (can’t f+ck with no fake n+ggas), no, i can’t f+ck with no fake n+ggas (can’t f+ck with no fake n+ggas)
i can’t f+ck with no fake b+tches (can’t f+ck with no fake b+tches), no, i can’t f+ck with no fake b+tches (can’t f+ck with no fake b+tches)
rick owens my jeans, rick owens my kicks, lil’ b+tch, i get too fly (i’m rockin’ rick owens)
i’m getting way, way geeked with my b+tch, yeah, we get like too high (we getting geeked up)
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