letra de its up - destroy lonely
[intro]
(i told that boy, here, let’s get up)
[chorus]
yeah, he say he want smoke
yeah, i tell him, come here, let’s get up
yeah, this hoe say she want me
yeah, i told her “link up and let’s f-ck”
i get dough, b-tch, i walk in the bank
yeah, i tell ’em to give me my money
i’m high as f-ck, b-tch, i can’t even think
yeah, i’m laughing, they asking “what’s funny”
i know that hoe, hit my dope, like my song, hit the dougie
i was just f-cked up, and broke, then she dumped me
yeah, i told that lil’ hoe she can’t f-ck me
why? ’cause big bank did, and you dumped me
i walk in that hoe, and i’m fresher than f-ck, yes, these designer shoes when i’m kickin’ my sh-t
and i know that you don’t want the pressure, lil’ boy, ’cause that fn stick pop you like a zit
[verse]
at my shows out there, b-tches showin’ tits
i put white gold, diamonds, on my wrist
i keep sippin’ drank, b-tch, i love this sh-t
ask her what she thinking, ’cause i love this b-tch
i’m in my rockstar mode, b-tch i’m turnt up, no stylist sh-t, with these shades on, b-tch, i’m lit
pop a perc, then a molly, i’m geeked up, b-tch, in this muhf-cka, yes, i’m just losin’ my sh-t
i’m with my slime, b-tch, yes, we goin’ schiz’
just like a kickflip, b-tch, man, a young n-gga sick
fully auto stick, came with a switch
i got this b-tch, and she just came with a b-tch
my shoota, he just put the k in the stick
old man sh-t, walkin’ with a cane in this b-tch
here with some bloods, [?], yes, i f-ck with them crips
and lay with all blue hunnids, rip to nip
[chorus]
yeah, he say he want smoke
yeah, i tell him, come here, let’s get up
yeah, this hoe say she want me
yeah, i told her “link up and let’s f-ck”
i get dough, b-tch, i walk in the bank
yeah, i tell ’em to give me my money
i’m high as f-ck, b-tch, i can’t even think
yeah, i’m laughing, they asking “what’s funny”
i know that hoe, hit my dope, like my song, hit the dougie
i was just f-cked up, and broke, then she dumped me
yeah, i told that lil’ hoe she can’t f-ck me
why? ’cause big bank did, and you dumped me
i walk in that hoe, and i’m fresher than f-ck, yes, these designer shoes when i’m kickin’ my sh-t
and i know that you don’t want the pressure, lil’ boy, ’cause that fn stick pop you like a zit
[verse 2]
[?], guess what, what
d-mn, these f-ck n-ggas broke
this hoe, want my nut, nut
d-mn, i can’t even go
b-tch, the dark lord just wanna hop in and go
this some top floor boss sh-t, you already know
i’m the top floor boss, in case you didn’t know
and i lose a whole lotta b-tches, i be actin’ cold
i got this bald head b-tch, she look like amber rose
b-tch i’m real deal slime, i’m tryna wipe your nose
i got black sh-t, b-tch, and it’s all on my clothes
i gotta real bad b-tch finna give me throat
on all ten, and i’m never gon’ fold
yes, b-tch, you already know, it’s lit, in this b-tch wit’ my bro
my n-gga hold up, here go the hoes
i gotta fetish, for designer clothes
she ready, she came in with no clothes
b-tch, i’m ready, yes, i’m ready to go
just like freddy, this b-tch go, where i go
i stick to code and never fold on my n-ggas, no, no, no, no
i spent like 12 on these lil’ kicks, n-gga, it say prada on the logo
b-tch, yeah, b-tch, let’s go, go, go, go
if she suck d-ck good, then i might buy this b-tch some new clothes
my boy just put a hunnid round on the stick, when he shoot that b-tch, he ain’t reload
ain’t no way i’m finna worry ’bout a b-tch, n-gga, rather get this sh-t on my own
[chorus]
yeah, he say he want smoke
yeah, i tell him, come here, let’s get up
yeah, this hoe say she want me
yeah, i told her “link up and let’s f-ck”
i get dough, b-tch, i walk in the bank
yeah, i tell ’em to give me my money
i’m high as f-ck, b-tch, i can’t even think
yeah, i’m laughing, they asking “what’s funny”
i know that hoe, hit my dope, like my song, hit the dougie
i was just f-cked up, and broke, then she dumped me
yeah, i told that lil’ hoe she can’t f-ck me
why? ’cause big bank did, and you dumped me
i walk in that hoe, and i’m fresher than f-ck, yes, these designer shoes when i’m kickin’ my sh-t
and i know that you don’t want the pressure, lil’ boy, ’cause that fn stick pop you like a zit
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