Fuk A H8tr Destroy Lonely
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[Intro]
Uh, what the fuck
[Chorus]
Yeah, top floor, elevator
Back door, black truck, movin' like the President
Don't try this shit, bet we shoot it up like a director, bitch
Yeah, deposits, nigga, yeah, you know they comin' in direct, lil' bitch
I got a old school bitch, and yes, I came to break her record player
My boy, he got a fully auto stick, can't wait to equip the laser
My lil' bitch, she keep suckin' on my dick, just like a Now or Later
I ain't even got no time for her, not even now or later
[Verse 1]
No Stylist shit, I'm in my basement, cookin' up
Grandma tell me, "Turn that shit down"
I'm like, "Grandma, what thе fuck?"
I'm not playin', nigga, true story, I can't make this up
You be playin' nigga, damn, that's crazy, you don't gеt no bucks
Yes, I told you once, I'm on some new shit, and this shit digitized
I been workin' for a long time, and now I'm sick and tired
I been smokin' too much dope, I think I'm sick of gettin' fried
Fuck I'm sayin'? Nigga, roll it up, you know we gettin' high
Don't know what I'm sayin', call up all these bitches, tell 'em "Come inside"
I'm not playin', yes, I'm gettin' money, 'till the day I die
Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm countin' hundreds, 'till the day I die
Yes, yes, I'm spending money, 'till the day I die
(Let's go)
Uh, what the fuck
[Chorus]
Yeah, top floor, elevator
Back door, black truck, movin' like the President
Don't try this shit, bet we shoot it up like a director, bitch
Yeah, deposits, nigga, yeah, you know they comin' in direct, lil' bitch
I got a old school bitch, and yes, I came to break her record player
My boy, he got a fully auto stick, can't wait to equip the laser
My lil' bitch, she keep suckin' on my dick, just like a Now or Later
I ain't even got no time for her, not even now or later
[Verse 1]
No Stylist shit, I'm in my basement, cookin' up
Grandma tell me, "Turn that shit down"
I'm like, "Grandma, what thе fuck?"
I'm not playin', nigga, true story, I can't make this up
You be playin' nigga, damn, that's crazy, you don't gеt no bucks
Yes, I told you once, I'm on some new shit, and this shit digitized
I been workin' for a long time, and now I'm sick and tired
I been smokin' too much dope, I think I'm sick of gettin' fried
Fuck I'm sayin'? Nigga, roll it up, you know we gettin' high
Don't know what I'm sayin', call up all these bitches, tell 'em "Come inside"
I'm not playin', yes, I'm gettin' money, 'till the day I die
Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm countin' hundreds, 'till the day I die
Yes, yes, I'm spending money, 'till the day I die
(Let's go)
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