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letra de intro - destroy lonely

[intro: nezzus, texaco cam]

[chorus: nezzus]
add to the cash, high speed motherf-cking dash
lil’ b-tch behind me, i’mma motherf-cking smash
cops tryna beat on my ass (f-ck 12)
but they can’t keep up with my d-mn jag’
real designer sh-

[skit]
muhf-cking texaco cam man, you lame ass n-gga, broke ass hoes
we on y’all necks n-gga
2018, atm sh-t n-gga, 500 sh-t, forever alive sh-t n-gga
taking y’all n-gga’s hoes, all that sh-t n-gga
on gang, b-tch

[verse: destroy lonely, nezzus]
i just wanna ball, i’m on a mission
i tell that b-tch pause, intermission
my big brother, he in the kitchen (kitchen)
he always working, steady whippin’ (aye)
she give dumb head, go stupid
she love me, but i’m not cupid
he’s a lame, he’s a loser
i take flights out to bermuda
take your b-tch back, i don’t use her
yeah, your b-tch is straight but my b-tch way cuter
[chorus: nezzus]
add to the cash, high speed motherf-cking dash
lil’ b-tch behind me, i’mma motherf-cking smash
cops tryna beat on my ass (f-ck 12)
but they can’t keep up with my d-mn jag’
real designer sh-t, boy, check the tag

[verse: destroy lonely, nezzus]
i’m pullin’ out the light, it’s on fast
she take a look at my ice (ice)
she wanna come spend the night (night)
my diamonds, they shine with no light (light)
you try me, that really is stupid
my brother, he really be hoopin’
my boy, they really be swoopin’
my partner, he really be shootin’
and you need a guardian angel (angel)
no, jesus can’t save you (you)
my shooter, he do what i say so (say so)
he leave your head with a halo (pew, pew, pew, pew)
betrayed that n-gga just like cain and abel (b-tch)
b-tch so bad she don’t even want a label
so much ralph like i’m fresh out the stable
your b-tch p-ssy loose, man that hoe need some staples
runnin’ up bands all night
your n-gga don’t fuss or fight
that money my kryptonite
i keep that grip so tight
she climbin’ on top and she ridin’ me
no skateboard, i’m grinding
i pull up, i’m poppin’ a pistol
like, n-gga, like what is the issue
my diamonds they water, they glistening
[?]
still havin’ you reminiscing
okay, back, never missed you
gold on me look like p-ss (bling, bling)
grind so hard just to bust down my wrist
you goin’ so hard over something, lil’ b-tch
stressin’ bout who she f-ckin’ hanging with
your b-tch is with me
and we with the gang
and your ass can not hang ’cause your ass broke and lame (b-tch)

- destroy lonely

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