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letra de bang - destroy lonely

lyrics from snippets

[intro]
[…] okay

[chorus]
pointer chains, got my neck crusted up (yeah)
all our swag the same, everything here is her’s (here is her’s)
all these n–gas lame, she ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ (she ain’t worried, she ain’t worried)
all these b-tches lame, i ain’t worried ’bout them (i ain’t worried, i ain’t worried)
check out my main thing, i’ve got her dripped out, i’ll put the ring on her (yeah, dripped out)
she down with the gang-gang, i put the upside-down cross chain on her (homixide)

[verse 1]
if you down with the gang, better stand on the name, ain’t no false claimin’, b-tch
talk down on my name, but you can’t even play, i’ve got the name, lil’ n–ga
i put chanel on her if she bad
i let the b-tch go pop them tags
some of my n–gas still rock them [?]
[?] f-cked up [?] trash
my big bro went alley-ooped and cashed
i came through and i cut that cash
i’m long ass way from the [?]
i just break the b-tch up, she don’t gotta get him back
i turnt it up [?] (yee)
i’ve got the [?] right there in my stacks
i put the b-tch in a new black badge (new black badge, she pullin’ up [?])
tell her, “count up my racks, n–ga, can you add?” (can you?)
[chorus]
pointer chains, got my neck crusted up (yeah)
all our swag the same, everything here is her’s (here is her’s)
all these n–gas lame, she ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ (hold up, hold up, hold up)
all these b-tches lame, i ain’t worried ’bout them (i ain’t worried, i ain’t worried)
check out my main thing, i’ve got her dripped out, i’ll put the ring on her (hold up, turn it up)
she down with the gang-gang, i put the upside-down cross chain on her (double o)

[verse 2]
she did the margiela, i did the saint laurent
i brought the gun in here, in case there’s some opps in here (fah-fah-fah)
i put some game on her, i put some rank on her
i let her smoke some weed, i put some geek on her (turn it up)
i’ve got some drank on me (codeine), she say, “quit that lean”
i stay smokin’ that weed ’bout every time i breath

[chorus]
pointer chains, got my neck crusted up (yeah)
all our swag the same, everything here is her’s (here is her’s)
all these n–gas lame, she ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ (hold up, hold up, hold up)
all these b-tches lame, i ain’t worried ’bout them (i ain’t worried, i ain’t worried)
check out my main thing, i’ve got her dripped out, i’ll put the ring on her (hold up, turn it up)
she down with the gang-gang, i put the upside-down cross chain on her (double o) […]

- destroy lonely

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