FAKENGGAS

Destroy Lonely

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LYRICS

作词 : Bobby Sandimanie III

Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him (He keep a 'K with him)

I took that ho outside, and told her, \"Don't play with him\" (Bitch, don't play with him

Niggas wan' hang with the gang, but I can not hang with 'em (No, I can't hang with 'em), yeah

No, I don't **** with these boys, I swear that I hate nigga

I can't **** with no fake niggas, no, I can't **** with no fake nigga

Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil' bitch, I get too fl

I'm getting way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high (We getting geeked up

Yeah, I put that ho on the X, now she piped up, she getting piped down

I put that ho on that Oxy' and ****ed, now that ho geeked u

Yeah, I'm on some Oxy' and mother****ing ****ed, lil' bitch, I'm geeked ou

Yeah, Balenciaga boots so big, these niggas get stomped out

Hold on, hold up, yeah, I'm doing tricks in this bitch

No, I don't skate, but I'm on my mother****ing grind, and I'm doing tricks in this bitc

No, I don't skate, but if that lil' ho' fine, then I'll perform a trick for that bitch

I took her out on a date, I took her straight to my room, then I hopped in that bitch (Uh, yeah-yeah

Diamonds on all my neck and my wrist, lil' bitch (Uh, yeah-yeah

I'm shining 'cause I'm a vampire, you could get bit, lil' bitch (Uh, yeah-yeah

I'm balling like a mother****ing umpire, I put lean in the pitcher (Uh

Niggas ain't ****ing with me, and niggas can't touch my bitch (Nah

Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him (He keep a 'K with him)

I took that ho outside, and told her, \"Don't play with him\" (Bitch, don't play with him

Niggas wan' hang with the gang, but I can not hang with 'em (No, I can't hang with 'em)

No, I don't **** with these boys, I swear that I hate nigga

I can't **** with no fake niggas, no, I can't **** with no fake nigga

Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil' bitch, I get too fl

I'm getting way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high (We getting geeked up

Yeah, and I keep some mother****ing cash on me (I got some cash on me

Everytime that I move (Uh), gotta keep my bag on me (Gotta keep my bag)

If I hit that lil' bitch (Uh), she gon' try to brag on me (She gon' try to brag

If I **** on that ho (Uh), she gon' try to nag on me (She gon' try to nag

We in that Lamb' chopped truck (Yeah), the insides red meat (The insides red meat)

****ing this bad-ass bitch (Woah), her insides red-pink (Her insides red-pink

Yeah, I let the K-Pop, ho (Yeah), I'm goin' BLACKPINK (I'm goin' BLACKPINK)

Yeah, can't let main ho go (Woah), for that lil' lame ting (For that lame ting)

Yeah, I let the lame ho go, then hopped on the cash ting (Hopped on the cash)

Yeah, I switched my focus up, then hopped in my bag, man (Yeah, I hopped in my bag)

Yeah, I'm on some all black shit, you would think I was Batman (You would think I was Batman)

Yeah, I'm on the phone with my plug, tell that boy, "Send the whole thang" (Yeah)

Yeah, my boy keep a Glock and a 'K with him (He keep a 'K with him)

I took that ho outside, and told her, \"Don't play with him\" (Bitch, don't play with him

Niggas wan' hang with the gang, but I can not hang with 'em (No, I can't hang with 'em)

No, I don't **** with these boys, I swear that I hate nigga

I can't **** with no fake niggas, no, I can't **** with no fake nigga

Rick Owens my jeans, Rick Owens my kicks, lil' bitch, I get too fl

I'm getting way, way geeked with my bitch, yeah, we get like too high (We getting geeked up

Yeah, uh-uh-uh

Yeah