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letra de swag in my walk - destroy lonely

[chorus]
huh, baby, it’s the top floor boss
huh, i got some swag in my walk
huh, i got some swag in my closet, b-tch
i was just broke now i’m so d-mn rich
these n-ggas sweet ’cause they stay on my d-ck
nah, n-ggas can’t touch my b-tch
huh, these n-ggas ain’t down wit’ the clique
huh, my chain and my wrist so lit
shawty know i’m a vamp and she tryna get bit
huh, it’s only the truth when i spit it
if you walk in my spot, you see so many sticks
glocks, arp’s, fn’s
got pounds on the counter and it’s pints in the fridge
i got so many jeans and they all so flared
i blow money everyday you would think it was christmas

[verse 1]
huh, yeah, that’s just how we livin’
top floor lifestyle, baby, i’m a villain
i do it real big, real pop sh-ttin’
look at all this drip i’m spillin’
look at all the drip i spilt
i got water, i don’t got milk
all these n-ggas dead, i k!lled ’em
me and my bros break bread, we split it
i already know if she bad, i hit it
i already know if it’s bool, i did it
i already know if it’s black, i got it
all these drugs and these narcotics
talkin’ ’bout a movie, we shot it
talkin’ ’bout all these hoes, we got ’em
talkin’ ’bout gas, i’m smokin’ exotic
talkin’ ’bout fashion, shawty, i got it
yeah, shawty, i got it
i don’t need no help, i got it
oh, you want that? i got it
somebody watch your back, i got it
yeah, all this sh-t i’m poppin’, i’m an astronaut takin’ off like rockets
yeah, and i’m out in houston, ballin’ hard, baby, but i’m no rocket
[chorus]
huh, baby, it’s the top floor boss
huh, i got some swag in my walk
huh, i got some swag in my closet, b-tch
i was just broke now i’m so d-mn rich
these n-ggas sweet ’cause they stay on my d-ck
nah, n-ggas can’t touch my b-tch
huh, these n-ggas ain’t down wit’ the clique
huh, my chain and my wrist so lit
shawty know i’m a vamp and she tryna get bit
huh, it’s only the truth when i spit it
if you walk in my spot, you see so many sticks
glocks, arp’s, fn’s
got pounds on the counter and it’s pints in the fridge
i got so many jeans and they all so flared
i blow money everyday you would think it was christmas

[verse 2]
hol’ up, i gotta switch my fit
hol’ up, i gotta switch my b-tch, a new shawty
i gotta switch that pistol, she swallow every time she suck d-ck
yeah, and all these n-ggas my kids, huh, but i don’t got no bm
yeah, ask your ho’ ’bout lonely, huh, she gon’ say he him
yeah, baby, i’m the fashion demon, yeah, and i’m ready to pop a seal
i’m ready to pop a b-tch, i’m the look k!lla, i’m ready to catch a k!ll
how you gon’ think you it, you stealin’ my swag, lil’ n-gga, just be for real
i been gettin’ so d-mn rich, i can’t be sad, yeah, n-gga, yeah-yeah, for real
yeah, go get a bag, for real, he gotta go and get a bag, for real
i used to get all my tees from goodwill and now i pop tags, for real
i just gave my freak a lil’ pill, now she ready to catch a k!ll
i just put the devil on all my whips, i’m talkin’ ’bout forgi’ wheels
[chorus]
huh, baby, it’s the top floor boss
huh, i got some swag in my walk
huh, i got some swag in my closet, b-tch
i was just broke now i’m so d-mn rich
these n-ggas sweet ’cause they stay on my d-ck
nah, n-ggas can’t touch my b-tch
huh, these n-ggas ain’t down wit’ the clique
huh, my chain and my wrist so lit
shawty know i’m a vamp and she tryna get bit
huh, it’s only the truth when i spit it
if you walk in my spot, you see so many sticks
glocks, arp’s, fn’s
got pounds on the counter and it’s pints in the fridge
i got so many jeans and they all so flared
i blow money everyday you would think it was christmas

- destroy lonely

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