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letra de paris milan - destroy lonely

[intro]
huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

[chorus]
i can’t hear what a hater sayin’, nah, ’cause a hater can’t say nun’
yeah, i gotta stay safe now, everyday i’m buyin’ new guns
huh, everyday i stay fresh, my clothes they come from paris, milan
huh, everyday i’m outside, yeah, i got some dirt on my air force one’s
i’m finna pour up a whole ‘nother line, b-tch, i’ma sip ’till i can’t feel nun’
these n-ggas not no gangsters, they lyin’, pull up wit’ the stick and i bet they run
pull off wit’ his b-tch, she say i’m more fun
everybody know that the cap ain’t nun’
everybody know that i ain’t [?]
my b-tch bad, she hotter than the sun
my brand new bag cost a n-gga whole throat
rock a upside cross, f-ckin’ her neck
b-tch, i’m a bat outta h-ll
most of these n-gga gon’ snitch and tell
huh, free my big bro out the cell
i got a real vamp b-tch, she pale
i’m all about my cream, no mayo
all of my n-ggas blood red, tomatoes
i bust a money dance, go ayo, teo
i’m in new york, see a bad ass b-tch then i go, “ayo”
the trap still open, most of my big brothers still serve yayo
the backdoor open, n-gga, i’m runnin’ off the plug for all his bales
[verse 1]
she right here smokin’, baby, this 41 gelato
i got way too much cash on me you would think i won the lotto
the ‘rari coupe sit way too low so i gotta dodge them potholes
i get money like an athlete but won’t cash out on thot hoes
this pink codeine not moscato, huh

[chorus]
i can’t hear what a hater sayin’, nah, ’cause a hater can’t say nun’
yeah, i gotta stay safe now, everyday i’m buyin’ new guns
huh, everyday i stay fresh, my clothes they come from paris, milan
huh, everyday i’m outside, yeah, i got some dirt on my air force one’s
i’m finna pour up a whole ‘nother line, b-tch, i’ma sip ’till i can’t feel nun’
these n-ggas not no gangsters, they lyin’, pull up wit’ the stick and i bet they run
pull off wit’ his b-tch, she say i’m more fun
everybody know that the cap ain’t nun’
everybody know that i ain’t [?]
my b-tch bad, she hotter than the sun
my brand new bag cost a n-gga whole throat
rock a upside cross, f-ckin’ her neck
b-tch, i’m a bat outta h-ll
most of these n-gga gon’ snitch and tell
free my big bro out the cell
i got a real vamp b-tch, she pale
i’m all about my cream, no mayo
all of my n-ggas blood red, tomatoes
i bust a money dance, go ayo, teo
i’m in new york, see a bad ass b-tch then i go, “ayo”
the trap still open, most of my big brothers still serve yayo
the backdoor open, n-gga, i’m runnin’ off the plug for all his bales
[verse 2]
the bag came vacuum sealed (yeah)
open it up, what’s that smell (yup)
brand new pint in, yeah (yup)
crack it open, smell it (huh)
i work late, baby, but i still might wake up early
the fn made of plastic, lightweight, it’s easy to carry
i got a white b-tch, she throwin’ up b’s, she covered in blood like carry (blood)
i go way more up the stairs, b-tch, i’m all the way out of here
yeah, i’m way too fly, i walk in fresh, yeah, all the b-tches starin’
all the n-ggas hatin’, i keep on gettin’ payments
i keep thankin’ god, ’cause he keep me away from satan
this fit way too hard, i think i might have to save it
(huh, huh)

[outro]
and you watched the wave
then you sang, to me, as we sank
dream, i had with you
drop beneath
get below the sea

- destroy lonely

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