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letra de raver - destroy lonely & ken car$on

[verse 1: ken car$on]
spent 10k on my jacket (spent)
give a f-ck lil’ b-tch, i’m swaggin’
give a f-ck lil’ b-tch, i’m braggin’
give a f-ck ’bout the b-tch, i’m swaggin’
give a f-ck ’bout the b-tch, i’m braggin’, yeah
these n-ggas don’t want no static
these n-ggas don’t want no action, i swear these n-ggas don’t want no smoke
that lil’ b-tch she a bop, that lil’ b-tch she a hoe
she just gave me some top, then she f-cked on my bro
yeah she f-cked the whole gang, she don’t give a f-ck though
i ain’t judgin’ her ways, but lil’ shawty a hoe
woah, woah, woah, woah
lil’ shawty ain’t changing her ways for n0body
ain’t talking ’bout murder, she catching them bodies
i call that b-tch up, shе pull up and ride it
and after we f-ck makе her roll my exotic
i can’t do nun’ for her ’cause i’m off these narcotics
got x, got pills, got dmt
i’m leanin’, i’m off of that codeine
say you love me, baby gotta show me
i’m in love with my drugs, it’s my protein
yeah i can’t do sh-t without it
told that boy, “shut the f-ck up and just drive”
ain’t no slowin’ down when opium slide (skrrt)
i just f-ck on that lil’ b-tch ’til i’m tired
then i hit the studio and rap about it
this sh-t for real these n-ggas cappin’ bout it
if i go broke, i’m back trappin’ exotic
pour up a four, pour a eight ’cause i got it
one liter, two liter, i can’t decide it
yeah, you know a young n-gga higher than the pilot
f-ck a mosh pit, i’ma make this hoe riot (yeah)
[verse 2: destroy lonely]
yeah, i put that fresh sh-t all on my body
i’m with this thot b-tch, feelin’ her body
i got her geeked up all on molly
yeah, me and my devil hoe just went shopping, d-mn
we keep goin’ up, can’t stop it
pourin’ up, geeked up all in the lobby
real lil’ vamp’, give that hoe a rick coffin
woah, i face me a blunt, and don’t do no coughin’
woah, i spend a young n-gga whole check real often
oh, and we put real diamonds all on our crosses
oh, i just put a double v all on my broad
woah, n-gga can’t even catch up, n-gga real real tired
woah, four-five, real-real bl–dy, yeah, real rock-star
yeah, my shooter he play with a stick, don’t know ’bout guitars
yo’ b-tch, she gon’ play with my d-ck until it get hard, yeah

[verse 3: ken car$on]
woah, woah, woah
it was just me and yo’ b-tch, and ain’t n0body know
ain’t talkin’ bout o block, i took her to the o
she f-ckin’ with me ’cause i ball like a pro
you smoke cbd and you sip on karo
woah
you act like that n-gga but yo’ gang sent you to the store
woah, i’m worth like six figures but sh-t, i wanna work some more
woah, my b-tch nose all white, she been snortin’ that coke
woah, these n-ggas don’t wanna fight, these n-ggas don’t want no smoke, no
[bridge: ken car$on]
you don’t want no smoke, boy
you don’t want no-
you don’t want no smoke boy
you don’t want no-
you don’t want no smoke boy
you don’t want no-
you don’t want no-
you don’t want no-
you don’t want no smoke boy
you want smoke boy
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke boy
you want smoke boy
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke

[verse 4: ken car$on]
i upper echelon my b-tch, that’s why yo’ ho on go
my b-tch flex harder than a n-gga on both legs, and still rolls
these n-ggas be broke boy, you ain’t got no check, need to sell your soul
can’t call me back about them four bricks, b-tch they already solt
yeah, they already sold
my diamonds, they sit on white gold
tinted chains look like a light show
and these n-ggas be screaming they real, but i know that these n-ggas gon’ fold
and my b-tch stay down, she been trill, that why she got chanel on her toes
i had choices, i come for the mil’
got some racks, i still put that sh-t on
got some racks, i still put that sh-t on

- destroy lonely ken caron

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