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letra de ​​hldmyhnd.wav (og) - destroy lonely

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[intro]
yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh)
yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh)
yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh)

[chorus]
i’m the blond hair don, lil’ b-tch, i ain’t playin’
yeah, i’m the boss, what the f-ck is they sayin’?
n-gga wanna play, leave him right where he standin’
and this b-tch so bad, let her hold my hand
i can’t walk in the mall ’cause they know who i am
i don’t even like saks, but i need some pants
b-tch, i got racks, what the f-ck is you sayin’?
and this b-tch call me dad, but i’m not her parent

[verse]
yeah, i speak all facts, man, i’m so transparent
man, i’m so transparent
b-tches so transparent
n-ggas so transparent, they see-through
i got these f-ck n-ggas scared to make moves
i make real deal plays, not youtubе
her ass real deal fakе, her b00bs too
if you get real deal racks, they hate you
yeah, and i make the music they move to
but my boy on my side might shoot you
i don’t try to get fly, it’s usual
i don’t try to get high, it’s usual
keep it right on my side, won’t lose you
when i look right in your eyes, it’s truthful
d-mn, i really like drugs, they useful
i get high as the motherf-ckin’ moon, ooh
yeah, let’s take a trip, man
yeah, let’s go to paris, france
said they ready for me, they ain’t ready yet
got the world in my hands and i’m grippin’ it
i buy so many clothes and don’t take pictures (don’t take pictures, yeah)
i’m so stuck in my ways, don’t see a difference (don’t see a difference, yeah)
it’s too easy, i’m f-ckin’ these n-ggas’ b-tches
i feel like weezy, it’s codeine that i’m sippin’
i don’t see no competition, i see a difference
i don’t do no politickin’, don’t talk to n-ggas
i don’t do no pocket watchin’, i’m livin’ different
i don’t trust no f-ckin’ thotty, but love my b-tches
[chorus]
i’m the blond hair don, lil’ b-tch, i ain’t playin’
yeah, i’m the boss, what the f-ck is they sayin’?
n-gga wanna play, leave him right where he standin’
and this b-tch so bad, let her hold my hand
i can’t walk in the mall ’cause they know who i am
i don’t even like saks, but i need some pants
b-tch, i got racks, what the f-ck is you sayin’?
and this b-tch call me dad, but i’m not her parent

[outro]
(clayco on the beat)

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