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letra de wish you well* - destroy lonely

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lyrics from snippet

[intro]
mm-mm, hmm
you know what i’m sayin’? baby money boss, lil’ money life
this ain’t a lifestyle (love hurts), this sh-t is life (money)
,
poppin’, woah

[chorus]
yeah, i’m steppin’ in rickies, just bought her balenci’, [?] girl give me hickies, oh yeah
just came and flew out the city, she say that she miss me but i ain’t even got time to lay up
i go new york city, headed up my digits, got millions on millions, gettin’ richer
yeah, the [?] b-tch, gonna drive my kitty, gon’ f-ck up the streets, gon’ miss it

[verse 1]
i’ve been feelin’ a lil’ well, my ice so wet, got bands on bands, oh yeah
shе knows she’s getting chanel, you know that’s my girl, shе’d pop your world (yah)
baby money buy you the ‘tel, [?], i don’t wish you well (yeah)
and none of my n-ggas gon’ tell (huh)
and all of my dope gon’ sell
ten [?] and my lil’ b-tch on the edge and i don’t wanna cheat but i paid my fee
my swag got unleashed, just check my receipts
my whips ain’t leased, they all for me
got a real bad b-tch, she need a leash
bust a real young ho, she a real deal treesher
tomato, tomato, i got it, capeesh?
she young top dollar, i don’t gotta compete
yeah, me and my dogs, we all gon’ eat
just hit your thot, asked her what she needed
my shirts cashmere and my chain gon’ swing
yeah, i’m ridin’ with a .30 on me (yeah)
b5 gang my heat (grrah)
all my hoes elite
all my shows sold out
baby money trappin’ real [?] (money)

[chorus]
yeah, i’m steppin’ in rickies, just bought her balenci’, [?] girl give me hickies, oh yeah
just came and flew out the city, she say that she miss me but i ain’t even got time to lay up
i go new york city, headed up my digits, got millions on millions, gettin’ richer
yeah, the [?] b-tch, gonna drive my kitty, gon’ f-ck up the streets, gon’ miss it

[verse 2]

[chorus]
yeah, i’m steppin’ in rickies, just bought her balenci’, [?] girl give me hickies, oh yeah
just came and flew out the city, she say that she miss me but i ain’t even got time to lay up
i go new york city, headed up my digits, got millions on millions, gettin’ richer
yeah, the [?] b-tch, gonna drive my kitty, gon’ f-ck up the streets, gon’ miss it

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