Destroy Lonely - which one lyrics

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Destroy Lonely - which one lyrics

I come in when they waking up, my twin sliding by, he'll take your money All these ni**as said they making money, but honestly, they don't make enough They ain't making nothing, that b*tch keep fronting My track hawk jeep I'm racing, dawg All this codeine help my numbness G6 Molly and I'm taking off, honestly, I don't do the loving I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty It's a drink party, we don't go to no parties, all these pints, it's top floor pharmacy I'm off all these drugs, I don't go to no clubs, and all these b*tches tryna come through and fu*k me I'm tryna figure out which one love me, I'm tryna figure out which one trust me My chain keep swinging, my gang keep ganging, my b*tch come through like all the time All I see is dollar signs, my brand new shades is Balenciaga All these clothes, I got Vetements problems Yes, I'm the ni**a that made "No Stylist" I go shopping, no personal shopper, ain't nobody touching my swag I got way too much weed, too much drank in my bag, don't touch that bag I get way to high, I'm jet-lagged, and your b*tch jet-lagged I just keep on going back to back with these hits, and with this swag We just keep on going back to back, and honestly, I'm tryna bag ya I keep a FN right on my hip, baby bust a ni**a backup I go rockstar raver cowboy, and I put my weed in tobacco I use my tennis chains as lasso, most of these b*tches just some nat hoes I had to switch out my last hoe, I'm not the ni**a from last year I come in when they waking up, my twin sliding by, he'll take your money All these ni**as said they making money, but honestly, they don't make enough They ain't making nothing, that b*tch keep fronting My track hawk jeep, I'm racing, dawg All this codeine help my numbness G6 Molly and I'm taking off, honestly, I don't do the loving I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty It's a drink party, we don't go to no parties, all these pints, it's top floor pharmacy I'm off all these drugs, I don't go to no clubs, and all these b*tches tryna come through and fu*k me I'm tryna figure out which one love me, I'm tryna figure out which one trust me All this sh*t can get ugly, I put the mask on, I'm not ugly I just been counting up all this money, I just be counting up all this money She said I smell good when she hug me I think she smell good when she hug me, can't let a broke b*tch touch me Can't let a broke, ni**a, touch me, can't let a opp ni**a touch me My diamonds polished, and yours are rusty My diamonds raining, I use the umbrella from out of the doors of a Cullinan (Yeah) Her pussy raining, I use the umbrella from out of the doors of a Cullinan (Yeah) Back seat roll up another one, back seat, I pour up another cup I'm a lil' killer, I came to kill, and honestly, it's gettin' scary, man I might be the flyest in America, tell these fu*k ni**as try it, I'm daring him I'm the best and it ain't no comparison, if she call me one time I'm a there If my brother call me, yeah, I'm there, I put the platinum all in my hair (Rockstar yeah, oh yeah) I come in when they waking up, my twin sliding by, he'll take your money All these ni**as said they making money, but honestly, they don't make enough They ain't making nothing, that b*tch keep fronting My track hawk jeep, I'm racing, dawg All this codeine help my numbness G6 Molly and I'm taking off, honestly, I don't do the loving I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty It's a drink party we don't go to no parties, all these pints, its top floor pharmacy I'm off all these drugs, I don't go to no clubs, and all these b*tches tryna come through and fu*k me I'm tryna figure out which one love me, I'm tryna figure out which one trust me

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