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letra de way2hi/hldmyhnd - destroy lonely

[part 1: way2hi]

[chorus]
i get way too high, that’s prescripted, over the counter
i’ve got h-lla vibes, way too many hoes, i can’t count ’em
my boy just bought a whole pint, and we pourin’ up, codeine veins

…

[verse]
…it was lit, tell that [?]
b-tch, i stand on n–gas, n–gas can’t come run me out the streets
uh-uh

[part 2: hldmyhnd]

[intro]
yeah (uh-uh, uh-uh)
yeah (uh-uh, uh-uh)
yeah (uh-uh, uh-uh)
[chorus]
i’m the blond hair don, lil’ b-tch, i ain’t playin’
yeah, i’m the boss, what thе f-ck is they sayin’?
n-gga wanna play, leave him right whеre he standin’
and this b-tch so bad, let her hold my hand
i can’t walk in the mall ’cause they know who i am
i don’t even like saks, but i need some pants
b-tch, i got racks, what the f-ck is you sayin’?
and this b-tch call me dad, but i’m not her parent

[verse]
yeah, i speak all facts, man, i’m so transparent
man, i’m so transparent
b-tches so transparent
n-ggas so transparent, they see-through
i got these f-ck n-ggas scared to make moves
i make real deal plays, not youtube
her ass real deal fake, her b00bs too
if you get real deal racks, they hate you
yeah, and i make the music they move to
but my boy on my side might shoot you
i don’t try to get fly, it’s usual
i don’t try to get high, it’s usual
keep it right on my side, won’t lose you
when i look right in your eyes, it’s truthful
d-mn, i really like drugs, they useful
i get high as the motherf-ckin’ moon, ooh
yeah, let’s take a trip, man
yeah, let’s go to paris, france
said they ready for me, they ain’t ready yet
got the world in my hands and i’m grippin’ it
i buy so many clothes and don’t take pictures (don’t take pictures, yeah)
i’m so stuck in my ways, don’t see a difference (don’t see a difference, yeah)
it’s too easy, i’m f-ckin’ these n-ggas’ b-tches
i feel like weezy, it’s codeine that i’m sippin’
i don’t see no competition, i see a difference
i don’t do no politickin’, don’t talk to n-ggas
i don’t do no pocket watchin’, i’m livin’ different
i don’t trust no f-ckin’ thotty, but love my b-tches
[chorus]
i’m the blond hair don, lil’ b-tch, i ain’t playin’
yeah, i’m the boss, what the f-ck is they sayin’?
n-gga wanna play, leave him right where he standin’
and this b-tch so bad, let her hold my hand
i can’t walk in the mall ’cause they know who i am
i don’t even like saks, but i need some pants
b-tch, i got racks, what the f-ck is you sayin’?
and this b-tch call me dad, but i’m not her parent

[outro]
(clayco on the beat)

- destroy lonely

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