
I Miss U Btch Destroy Lonely
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[Intro]
Uh
Yeah, yeah (Long time, bitch, I'm blowing up like CNN)
Yeah, yeah (Rockstar bitches, I can't wait to see a hit)
Yeah, yeah (Rockstar bitches, that I'm not allowed to miss)
Yeah
[Chorus]
It's been a long time, bitch, we blowin' up like CNN
I got Rockstar bitches, I can't wait to see a hit
I got Rockstar hoes, that I'm not allowed to miss
Yeah, and I'm a real sharpshooter, when I shoot, man, I don't miss
[Verse]
Okay, she hella fine, think I'm finna let this lil' hoe in
Okay, I'm Number (N)ine drippin' and my jeans, they Rick Owens
Don't play with these niggas, man, they try this shit they getting killed
Don't play with these bitches, man, she get kicked out, she actin' stiff
We in another city lit, Top Floor lit, with groupie bitches
Young nigga, get rich don't let them stop you, just keep living
Bitch, my diamonds cold as shit, really sick, and they shine vivid
Bitch, I'm going Ludacris, high as shit and they can't stand this
Shut up bitch, just keep on dancing, I'm on the east side of Atlanta
Uh, peace sign, bitch, you lame as hell, my exotic on camera
Uh, No Stylist, I'm fly as hell, no, I don't need no help
Damn, your bitch lookin' fine as hell, and I think I can help her
Uh
Yeah, yeah (Long time, bitch, I'm blowing up like CNN)
Yeah, yeah (Rockstar bitches, I can't wait to see a hit)
Yeah, yeah (Rockstar bitches, that I'm not allowed to miss)
Yeah
[Chorus]
It's been a long time, bitch, we blowin' up like CNN
I got Rockstar bitches, I can't wait to see a hit
I got Rockstar hoes, that I'm not allowed to miss
Yeah, and I'm a real sharpshooter, when I shoot, man, I don't miss
[Verse]
Okay, she hella fine, think I'm finna let this lil' hoe in
Okay, I'm Number (N)ine drippin' and my jeans, they Rick Owens
Don't play with these niggas, man, they try this shit they getting killed
Don't play with these bitches, man, she get kicked out, she actin' stiff
We in another city lit, Top Floor lit, with groupie bitches
Young nigga, get rich don't let them stop you, just keep living
Bitch, my diamonds cold as shit, really sick, and they shine vivid
Bitch, I'm going Ludacris, high as shit and they can't stand this
Shut up bitch, just keep on dancing, I'm on the east side of Atlanta
Uh, peace sign, bitch, you lame as hell, my exotic on camera
Uh, No Stylist, I'm fly as hell, no, I don't need no help
Damn, your bitch lookin' fine as hell, and I think I can help her
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