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letra de bestfriend - destroy lonely

[chorus]
why you switchin’ up on me for your bestfriend
baby you know i just try to leave the best impression
flawless diamonds, no i don’t believe in imperfection (talkin’ bout)
love, that is just something i can’t perfect man (talkin’ bout)
[?], you should just expect that
i go james harden, baby i shoot my shot with my left hand
and then i step back
i said i love you, popped a xan, then forgot that
i said i love you, hit this blunt, and i forgot that
i said i love you, hit this cup, and then i bounced back
pushing scout back, yeah, just like a snot back
these n—– ain’t know what i’m on, they ain’t ’bout that

[verse]
these n—– ain’t know what i’m on, they ain’t ’bout that
shorty lookin’ good in that thong, lemme tap that
yes, and i’m ’bout racks, i got zelle, apple pay, b-tch and the cash app
these n—– playin’ with my name, [?]
me and the gang, yeah, we outside and we ’bout that action
me and the gang, yeah, we got our name from bein’ ’bout that action
i don’t dance, i move side to side when that money hit
she don’t dance, she just move them thighs, and she shake that sh-t
i got a ten piece with some fries and a shake, lil’ b-tch
i just been pourin’ up this drank, yeah, that’s it
standin’ up in the whip, take the gas and mash it
all these b-tches crazy, and just hit it the past them
talkin’ bout your main b-tch, n—- i been smashed that
i take all the bad b-tches off the instagram app
i fly out all the freaky hoes of the finsta, and thats facts
i knocked out all the b-tches of the front page of the twitter app
i get paparazzi fly, but baby i been duckin’ pouch
and i been duckin’ racks
i just been tryin’ to get my money, n—- and thats facts
i just try to put on these clothes, i been diffrent swaggin’
[chorus]
why you switchin’ up on me for your bestfriend
baby you know i just try to leave the best impression
flawless diamonds, no i don’t believe in imperfection (talkin’ bout)
love, that is just something i can’t perfect man (talkin’ bout)
[?], you should just expect that
i go james harden, baby i shoot my shot with my left hand
and then i step back
i said i love you, popped a xan, then forgot that
i said i love you, hit this blunt, and i forgot that
i said i love you, hit this cup, and then i bounced back
pushing scout back, yeah, just like a snot back
these n—– ain’t know what i’m on, they ain’t ’bout that

- destroy lonely

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