cutie Destroy Lonely
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[Intro]
(Glo on the beat)
[Chorus]
Yeah, got a bad lil bitch, she a cutie (Cutie)
And I'm still sippin' lean, love the juice (Love the juice)
Got an automatic stick and a uzi (Uzi)
Yeah, my niggas brazy, and they can’t wait to shoot (Shoot)
Yeah, we had to slime him, made a nigga so clueless
Blunt's fox 5, he might put him on the news
Yeah, I'm gettin' so high, think I touched the moon
Shit gettin' so hot, it’s lookin like the flume (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can’t tell a lie, I spoke it, then it’s true
Always outside, yeah, I'm on the move
Just apart of the game, I don’t make the rules
Play with the gang, nigga you a fool
We gon’ take yo' whole plate, nigga fuck your food
Pit stop like a race, all we got is tools
[Verse 1]
See that shit was a dream, then it came true
Bitch I'm tryna stack green, through the fuckin' roof
I can't give you a ring, bitch, you not my boo
I kept seein' strange things, time to move
Gave that lil bitch a perc now she gettin’ loose
And I know it hurt, when I flex on you
Kick that bitch to the curb, then I pour a deuce
And these lil' niggas nerds, give them boys a boot
(Glo on the beat)
[Chorus]
Yeah, got a bad lil bitch, she a cutie (Cutie)
And I'm still sippin' lean, love the juice (Love the juice)
Got an automatic stick and a uzi (Uzi)
Yeah, my niggas brazy, and they can’t wait to shoot (Shoot)
Yeah, we had to slime him, made a nigga so clueless
Blunt's fox 5, he might put him on the news
Yeah, I'm gettin' so high, think I touched the moon
Shit gettin' so hot, it’s lookin like the flume (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can’t tell a lie, I spoke it, then it’s true
Always outside, yeah, I'm on the move
Just apart of the game, I don’t make the rules
Play with the gang, nigga you a fool
We gon’ take yo' whole plate, nigga fuck your food
Pit stop like a race, all we got is tools
[Verse 1]
See that shit was a dream, then it came true
Bitch I'm tryna stack green, through the fuckin' roof
I can't give you a ring, bitch, you not my boo
I kept seein' strange things, time to move
Gave that lil bitch a perc now she gettin’ loose
And I know it hurt, when I flex on you
Kick that bitch to the curb, then I pour a deuce
And these lil' niggas nerds, give them boys a boot
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