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letra de fashion show - destroy lonely

[intro]

(i’m in this b-tch with clayco)
yeah
yeah, yeah
i’m high as f-ck n-gga!
yeah, yeah
and i don’t give a f-ck n-gga!
yeah, ok

[chorus]
if she call, won’t call her back
yeah, i spent racks all on this fashion sh-t
lil b-tch, i’m fly just like a fashion show
i seen a lot of sh-t, and classy hoes
and i done spent a lot and made it back
it come and disappear, just like it’s magic
i’m different, i just make sh-t happen
i hate b-tch n-ggas, ’cause they always cappin’

[verse 1]
d-mn, they say “lonely always rapping”
no, b-tch, i’m always making paper
yeah, i always make her wait
yeah, but no, i’m never doing favors
no i don’t got time for a f-cking hater
yes, i’m going up, just like elevator
got your b-tch goin’ down on me, еscalator
and these n-ggas they spyin’ on mе, need a laser
tell my mans [?] i won’t play ’em
i bet we knock ’em out, just like kayo
i got a big amount of green, like kale
and i’m so high in the sky, can’t do layover
i’m sippin’ straight drop, no, this not punch
when i’m with the slimeball, watch for the gun
yes, we gon’ up that sh-t, ain’t no way that we runnin’
they say “aim for the stars”, but i conquered the sun
[chorus]
if she call, won’t call her back
yeah, i spent racks all on this fashion sh-t
lil b-tch, i’m fly just like a fashion show
i seen a lot of sh-t, and classy hoes
and i done spent a lot and made it back
it come and disappear, just like it’s magic
i’m different, i just make sh-t happen
i hate b-tch n-ggas, ’cause they always cappin’

[verse 2]
yeah, nah, forreal n-gga
i can’t lie, man i gotta be real witcha’
man, this life that i live, make me feel different
yeah, come to the spot, just drive up the hill n-gga
yeah, and my pockets got bigger
they hate me, she say i’m a nonchalant n-gga
no, this not bathing ape, man, this maison margiela
yes, i’m with your b-tch, and she gon’ do whatever
yes, i walk in the bank and i flirt with the tellers
she bring out big amounts, yeah, whatever i tell her
i’m having h-lla thousands, like motherf-cking ellen
just like i’m from the dmv, these n-gga weiland
and my boy say “carry your weapon”
this not a tuck, this sh-t could get deadly
you run up wrong, we might send you to heaven
yeah, this chrome hearts, chrome .38 special
[chorus]
if she call, won’t call her back
yeah, i spent racks all on this fashion sh-t
lil b-tch, i’m fly just like a fashion show
i seen a lot of sh-t, and classy hoes
and i done spent a lot and made it back
it come and disappear, just like it’s magic
i’m different, i just make sh-t happen
i hate b-tch n-ggas, ’cause they always cappin’

- destroy lonely

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