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bvlgari - destroy lonely & apollo red lyrics

[intro: destroy lonely & apollo red]
yeah (on lean, huh, on lean, huh, on lean)
yeah (on lean, huh, on lean, huh, on lean)
woah, woah, woah (on lean, huh, on lean, huh, on lean)

[chorus: destroy lonely]
i pour thirty*two lines, yeah, that’s two d*mn pints
i’m ’bout to dirty my sprite, i need way more ice, dawg
i’ve been known to get fly, my whole d*mn fit on kite, shawty
mixin’ up my drugs, i’ve been on adderall and molly
got a foreign ho throwin’ up them b’s, put her on a jet, we out to bali
no, i’m not police, i’ll make you freeze, put diamonds on your body
i’m ’bout to ice my b*tch up, over a million dollars dropped in bugatti
she don’t even need no stylist, goin’ designer diamonds, yeah, bvlgari

[verse 1: apollo red]
you worried ’bout b*tches, don’t talk about it
’cause you thе only one that’s seen my body
brand*new ho ain’t got no mileagе, dress her up, now i’m her stylist
i buy her whatever, she’s seen my pockets
we be outside and we wildin’ (facts)
i ain’t even talkin’ ’bout none of that sh*t, that lil’ boy sh*t, that’s childish
she tryna bring out my old hoes but i told her that we goin’ past that
green light, shawty on go mode, i know she comin’ for me, ain’t gotta ask that
thick thighs, you can see it from the front, you ain’t gotta ask where her ass at
attitude, yeah, she’s so stuck up, i don’t even know what she mad at (i don’t even know, huh, i don’t even know)
[verse 2: destroy lonely]
i don’t even know what she mad at, all that sh*t, we passed that
tell a broke b*tch to back*back, tell a broke n*gga to back*back
drop ’bout eighty on your bag, i make sure you lookin’ good
i like when you count my cash
she wanna be like me
she wanna be like the gang, she stealin’ our swag
she ain’t tryna f*ck with them n*ggas
she’d rather cut them off, she ain’t comin’ back
she want a shot with me
you takin’ her to the mall, we all in the back of the store
she brought her friends with me
you’ve been p*ssin’ them off and scarin’ the hoes
it’s crazy how it goes
it’s crazy how i’m switchin’ my swag, got too many flows
it’s brazy how my n*ggas rich, she ain’t gotta pick but she chose
she tryna f*ck on the gang, tryna pose
if she dome me, she will my bro

[verse 3: apollo red]
like snapchat, she go ghost
off two pills, i need more (off two pills)
don’t act like you my ho (don’t act)
when i know you f*ckin’ on my bro
when i know you f*ckin’ on my woa’ (on god)
i’ll send a truck, can’t get my lo’ (uh*uh)
glock is tucked but it’s still gon’ show
please, don’t play, this b*tch gon’ blow
just like a thief, she stealin’ my clothes but i’m not even mad at her (not even mad, shawty)
talkin’ ’bout hair done, nails did, that’s petty, i’ll cash app her (i’ll send it)
i got more money than i ever did but know that i’m still trappin’ (i still got sh*t for sale)
i just put 220 on my dash ’cause i’m tryna live faster (i’m still tryna hit the gas)
[chorus: destroy lonely & apollo red]
i pour thirty*two lines, yeah, that’s two d*mn pints (thirty*two lines, shawty)
i’m ’bout to dirty my sprite, i need way more ice, dawg
i’ve been known to get fly, my whole d*mn fit on kite, shawty
mixin’ up my drugs, i’ve been on adderall and molly
got a foreign ho throwin’ up them b’s, put her on a jet, we out to bali
no, i’m not police, i’ll make you freeze, put diamonds on your body
i’m ’bout to ice my b*tch up, over a million dollars dropped in bugatti
she don’t even need no stylist, goin’ designer diamonds, yeah, bvlgari

- destroy lonely apollo red lyrics

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