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letra de crash out - destroy lonely

[intro]
(boy)
(i just told richie we rich)
yeah, uh, uh-uh
yeah, uh, uh-uh
yeah, uh, uh-uh
yeah, uh, uh-uh

[chorus]
oh, you heard i f-cked that b-tch? i’m like, “who told you that?”
yeah, night time, super fly, lil’ b-tch, i’m just like a lil’ bat
yeah, i put chrome hearts all on that b-tch and then won’t call her back
yeah, i just get the sack, yeah, f-ck the quarterback
yeah, i just spent the bag, yeah, i don’t miss that bag
yeah, i just f-cked that b-tch, d-mn, think i miss her bad
yeah, i’m rockin’ boots and sh-t, yeah, i might just stomp yo’ ass out
they hold my money up, f-ck it, i might f-ckin’ crash out
[verse 1]
can’t hold my cheese up, b-tch, got my money fallin’ out
i’m in the city, come and throw with me, lil’ b-tch, we ballin’ out
i’m on the south, beat by richie souf
yeah, i’m with your ho’, yeah, d-ck all in her mouth
yeah, rockin’ ricky o’, yeah, b-tch, i got no stylist
yeah, b-tch, i’m too turnt up, yeah, b-tch, i’m really wildin’
yeah, i’m the top floor boss, lil’ b-tch, i run off money and power
yeah, thinkin’ ’bout coppin’ a demon, yeah, 200 miles per hour

[verse 2]
they hold my money up, f-ck it, i might f-ckin’ crash out
that lil’ b-tch wanna come and f-ck me, told her, “pull up, ass out”
i’m too geeked up, yeah, f-ck it, pop a perc and pass out
i’m too geeked up, yeah, f-ck it, i think i might pass out
whip that big truck just like, “f-ck it” but please don’t crash, dawg
whip that lil’ sh-t just like, “f-ck it”, i might just crash, dawg
for that lil’ b-tch that i’m f-ckin’, i might just cash out
yeah, i’m gettin’ bands, so f-ck it, let’s go and cash out
like i’m servin’ crack, yeah, these n-ggas fiendin’ for me
like i’m servin’ crack, yeah, your b-tch be fiendin’ for me
yeah, i always ask, “why you actin’ mean towards me?”
yeah, all that cash on me, n-gga, it influence me
[chorus]
oh, you heard i f-cked that b-tch? i’m like, “who told you that?”
yeah, night time, super fly, lil’ b-tch, i’m just like a lil’ bat
yeah, i put chrome hearts all on that b-tch and then won’t call her back
yeah, i just get the sack, yeah, f-ck the quarterback
yeah, i just spent the bag, yeah, i don’t miss that bag
yeah, i just f-cked that b-tch, d-mn, think i miss her bad
yeah, i’m rockin’ boots and sh-t, yeah, i might just stomp yo’ ass out
they hold my money up, f-ck it, i might f-ckin’ crash out

[outro]
b-tch, let’s go (boy)

- destroy lonely

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