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letra de louvre - destroy lonely

[chorus]
oh, yeah
big bloods, huh (yeah), thinkin’ back to bein’ bool, yeah (yeah)
my b-tch, she pretty bad and she came with attitude, huh (yeah)
paris, france, i’ma take her straight to the louvre, uh (yeah)
all this cash, yeah, just been tryna switch my mood up (yeah)
i bought her brand new bags, yeah, a different color, different mood (uh-huh)
bought her a brand new ass, yeah, i’m tryna see it shake and move (uh-huh)
i spent a n-gga rent, huh, on a pair of tennis shoes (uh)

[verse 1]
mama say i’m ignorant, huh, ’cause get money all i do (uh-uh)
i’ve been poppin’ sh-t, huh, yeah, that’s really all i do (uh-huh)
i ain’t playin’ witcha, try this sh-t, i walk in with the uzi (oh, no)
i ain’t playin’ witcha, i’ma blow this b-tch you make another move
i got different types of hoes, different races, they all cool (yeah)
they tryna come f-ck with the top floor boss and make a p-rno’ movie (yeah)
my diamonds wet, wet, wet, just like a jacuzzi (wet)
and she wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, p-ssy droolin’ (wet)
[chorus]
oh, yeah (yeah)
big bloods, huh (yeah), thinkin’ back to bein’ bool, yeah (yeah)
my b-tch, she pretty bad and she came with attitude, huh (yeah)
paris, france, i’ma take her straight to the louvre, uh (yeah)
all this cash, yeah, just been tryna switch my mood up (oh, yeah)
i bought her brand new bags, yeah, a different color, different mood (uh-huh)
bought her a brand new ass, yeah, i’m tryna see it shake and move (uh-huh)
i spent a n-gga rent, huh, on a pair of tennis shoes (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
i ain’t really understand what they say, these n-ggas can’t talk, they don’t do what i do (oh, yeah)
huh, i gotta watch what i tell these hoes, ’cause they all tryna stalk my moves
look like i stepped in sh-t, and she tryna wipe it right off my shoes (yeah)
i put demna all on my feet, yeah, my hat made by him too
uh-uh, she like, “what’s in the bag?” cool hundred thousand, yeah, straight cash
yeah, we in the lamb’ chopped truck, and we ain’t tryna race no jag’ (yeah)
uh, yeah, if i’m in the big black truck then i’m rollin’ up ‘thrax in the back (yeah)
uh, if i’m gon’ hit that sl-t then i’m breakin’ her in, breakin’ her back (uh)
uh, if i’m gon’ do that show, need a big bag, gainin’ them racks (yeah)
yeah, i’m the top floor boss, real snake, h-ll nah, i can’t f-ck with no rats (oh, yeah)
yeah, i’m the top floor boss, real bat, h-ll nah, i can’t f-ck with no rats (uh)
if i f-ck that ho and send her off, i bet that she come back (uh, yeah)

- destroy lonely

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