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letra de rtm - bigsmokechapo

[intro: destroy lonely]
yeah, yeah (clayco on the beat)

[verse 1: destroy lonely]
uh, yeah
big racks, we throw them sh-ts in the air
yeah, big dope, we smoke it up with no scale
yeah i pay the full price, n-gga, for sale
yeah i put a bad b-tch right on the shelf
uh, i get the racks, yeah, through zelle
yeah i put this fashion on all by myself
i don’t wait on no n-gga, i wait on the mail
i don’t wait on no b-tch, man, i go get another one
asked that hoe if she got friends then bring my big brother one
b-tch i’m the first one, no, not the other onе
my bro sold his first gun and went brought another one
this rich sh-t look likе i got me a turban on
this rich b-tch count up so quick that it turn me on
my life is a movie, b-tch, come get a cameo
i walk in, i’m so fly, i may just turn yo camera on
diamonds flash like they got the cameras on
i might just crash this lil’ whip, b-tch, i’m smoking strong
i’m not distracted by b-tches, my money long
and if you not talking ’bout some cash then leave me alone
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
i make some more thousands, count up a lil’ lone
i’m the top floor boss, came a long way from lil’ lonely
and my boy, he got one in the head, keep that sh-t loaded
these n-ggas b-tches, if we up, they gon’ get low
my prices, they keep raising up, they can’t get lower
my pockets stuffed up with ones, keep some sh-t on me
i’m so icy like popsicles, yo b-tch, she l!ck on me
i’m so fly like paparazzi, this sh-t so lit lowkey
i recorded this sh-t in the trap with some rick on me
and i don’t know these n-ggas but i bet they b-tch know me
[chorus: destroy lonely]
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long

[verse 2: bigsmokechapo]
and i’m posted in the trap with like two 40s
shawty wan’ suck on my d-ck but she too boring
i took a trip but i’m not touring
i got like 2 thousand xans in my ralph lauren
i got two b-tches that don’t take the chalk for me
i’m with lil’ lone and the (?), here come full (?)
shot a n-gga now his blood on the vlone forces
heat on me b-tch, don’t think i won’t torture
last n-gga play with this, he got tortured
bad b-tch with me, i just might spoil her
kel-tec on me, we gon’ spin
these streets get cold like december
i been thugging ever since i can’t remember
momma mad cause she know i’ma gang member
i’m f-cking yo b-tch and i’m watching my chains hit her
i did that there for a lil’ (?), n-gga
gucci umbrella, it pours when it rain, n-gga
lost my grandma and it made me insane, n-gga
i’m not the same but i still be the same n-gga
run up on smoke, you get k!lled by the same n-gga
all these drugs, man, that sh-t just draining me
she sucking nuts, lil’ hoe, just drain them b-tches
i be counting up, give a f-ck ’bout fame n-gga
i don’t even like cameras, we sell cocaine n-gga
[chorus: destroy lonely]
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
(clayco on the beat)
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long
yeah, b-tch, my money long

- bigsmokechapo

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