destroy lonely – its up lyrics
[intro]
(i told that boy, here, let’s get up)
[chorus]
yeah, he say he want smoke
yeah, i tell him, come here, let’s get up
yeah, this hoe say she want me
yeah, i told her “link up and let’s f+ck”
i get dough, b+tch, i walk in the bank
yeah, i tell ’em to give me my money
i’m high as f+ck, b+tch, i can’t even think
yeah, i’m laughing, they asking “what’s funny”
i know that hoe, hit my dope, like my song, hit the dougie
i was just f+cked up, and broke, then she dumped me
yeah, i told that lil’ hoe she can’t f+ck me
why? ’cause big bank did, and you dumped me
i walk in that hoe, and i’m fresher than f+ck, yes, these designer shoes when i’m kickin’ my sh+t
and i know that you don’t want the pressure, lil’ boy, ’cause that fn stick pop you like a zit
[verse]
at my shows out there, b+tches showin’ tits
i put white gold, diamonds, on my wrist
i keep sippin’ drank, b+tch, i love this sh+t
ask her what she thinking, ’cause i love this b+tch
i’m in my rockstar mode, b+tch i’m turnt up, no stylist sh+t, with these shades on, b+tch, i’m lit
pop a perc, then a molly, i’m geeked up, b+tch, in this muhf+cka, yes, i’m just losin’ my sh+t
i’m with my slime, b+tch, yes, we goin’ schiz’
just like a kickflip, b+tch, man, a young n+gga sick
fully auto stick, came with a switch
i got this b+tch, and she just came with a b+tch
my shoota, he just put the k in the stick
old man sh+t, walkin’ with a cane in this b+tch
here with some bloods, [?], yes, i f+ck with them crips
and lay with all blue hunnids, rip to nip
[chorus]
yeah, he say he want smoke
yeah, i tell him, come here, let’s get up
yeah, this hoe say she want me
yeah, i told her “link up and let’s f+ck”
i get dough, b+tch, i walk in the bank
yeah, i tell ’em to give me my money
i’m high as f+ck, b+tch, i can’t even think
yeah, i’m laughing, they asking “what’s funny”
i know that hoe, hit my dope, like my song, hit the dougie
i was just f+cked up, and broke, then she dumped me
yeah, i told that lil’ hoe she can’t f+ck me
why? ’cause big bank did, and you dumped me
i walk in that hoe, and i’m fresher than f+ck, yes, these designer shoes when i’m kickin’ my sh+t
and i know that you don’t want the pressure, lil’ boy, ’cause that fn stick pop you like a zit
[verse 2]
[?], guess what, what
d+mn, these f+ck n+ggas broke
this hoe, want my nut, nut
d+mn, i can’t even go
b+tch, the dark lord just wanna hop in and go
this some top floor boss sh+t, you already know
i’m the top floor boss, in case you didn’t know
and i lose a whole lotta b+tches, i be actin’ cold
i got this bald head b+tch, she look like amber rose
b+tch i’m real deal slime, i’m tryna wipe your nose
i got black sh+t, b+tch, and it’s all on my clothes
i gotta real bad b+tch finna give me throat
on all ten, and i’m never gon’ fold
yes, b+tch, you already know, it’s lit, in this b+tch wit’ my bro
my n+gga hold up, here go the hoes
i gotta fetish, for designer clothes
she ready, she came in with no clothes
b+tch, i’m ready, yes, i’m ready to go
just like freddy, this b+tch go, where i go
i stick to code and never fold on my n+ggas, no, no, no, no
i spent like 12 on these lil’ kicks, n+gga, it say prada on the logo
b+tch, yeah, b+tch, let’s go, go, go, go
if she suck d+ck good, then i might buy this b+tch some new clothes
my boy just put a hunnid round on the stick, when he shoot that b+tch, he ain’t reload
ain’t no way i’m finna worry ’bout a b+tch, n+gga, rather get this sh+t on my own
[chorus]
yeah, he say he want smoke
yeah, i tell him, come here, let’s get up
yeah, this hoe say she want me
yeah, i told her “link up and let’s f+ck”
i get dough, b+tch, i walk in the bank
yeah, i tell ’em to give me my money
i’m high as f+ck, b+tch, i can’t even think
yeah, i’m laughing, they asking “what’s funny”
i know that hoe, hit my dope, like my song, hit the dougie
i was just f+cked up, and broke, then she dumped me
yeah, i told that lil’ hoe she can’t f+ck me
why? ’cause big bank did, and you dumped me
i walk in that hoe, and i’m fresher than f+ck, yes, these designer shoes when i’m kickin’ my sh+t
and i know that you don’t want the pressure, lil’ boy, ’cause that fn stick pop you like a zit
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