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letra de out the park - destroy lonely

[intro]
if she let me hit, i’ma knock that sh-t right out the park
(skai)
uh-huh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
uh, uh-huh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
uh, uh-huh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
uh (uh) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
yeah
if she let me hit, i’m gon’ knock that sh-t right out the park
i’m the dark lord, b-tch, only come outside when it get dark
they tried to drown me, b-tch, i came up off of swimmin’ wit’ the sharks
i’m on the top floor, b-tch, and we got h-lla weed, we finna spark
uh, in the hotel room, i’m cookin’ up
hit the ho’, won’t kiss and tell, ’cause honestly, i don’t give a f-ck
hit that ho’ and tell her, “shut up, b-tch, just sit there and roll my blunt”
all my hoes tell me the same sh-t but i don’t give a f-ck
yeah, they say “lonely, why you never call my phone?”
b-tch, i’m geeked up out in sp-ce, i touchdown in a new time zone
b-tch, i’m here, and you done, call me when you come back home
the ultra boss ain’t never cared, lil’ b-tch, so you should leave me ‘lone

[verse]
d-mn, i buy prada shoes, for my main b-tch
yeah, i done caught a groove, i maintained it
these n-ggas stole my swag, and they can have that
these n-ggas lame as f-ck, i don’t want my swag back
yeah, i hit this sl-t, from the back, i told her back, back
yes, my lucky number thirteen, i’m like a black cat
b-tch, i’m goin’ up, i watch these f-ck n-ggas back track
b-tch, i’m lookin’ in my closet, all i see is black, black
black diamonds, b-tch, that’s what i want, i got platinum hair
just like my lil’ diamonds, what i’m on, i’m wit’ miley cyrus
rockstar sh-t, these n-ggas scared as f-ck
thought i told you once, i’ll tell you twice that i don’t give a f-ck
[chorus]
yeah
if she let me hit, i’m gon’ knock that sh-t right out the park
i’m the dark lord, b-tch, only come outside when it get dark
they tried to drown me, b-tch, i came up off of swimmin’ wit’ the sharks
i’m on the top floor, b-tch, and we got h-lla weed, we finna spark
uh, in the hotel room, i’m cookin’ up
hit the ho’, won’t kiss and tell, ’cause honestly, i don’t give a f-ck
hit that ho’ and tell her, “shut up, b-tch, just sit there and roll my blunt”
all my hoes tell me the same sh-t but i don’t give a f-ck
yeah, they say “lonely, why you never call my phone?”
b-tch, i’m geeked up out in sp-ce, i touchdown in a new time zone
b-tch, i’m here, and you done, call me when you come back home
the ultra boss ain’t never cared, lil’ b-tch, so you should leave me ‘lone

- destroy lonely

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