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all red (switch)* - destroy lonely lyrics

[chorus]
goyard box full with dead presidents
i’m way too high, i can’t hear what you’re sayin’
yeah, the whip all red, huh, b*tch, i’m sippin’ red
huh, glock with a switch go sped
huh, the fn flew tips, know it all red
shots up, n**ga, like gunplay
burberry stick to a runway
huh, i do a lot on my own way
i don’t even care what they gon’ say
nah, i don’t even care what they gon’ say about it
huh, she don’t use no hands, she goin’ face about it

[verse 1]
huh, rockstar raver pants, i don’t dance, n**ga
yeah, racks wrapped in rubber bands, put you in a trance, n**ga
yeah, watch how i do this sh*t, watch how i do this sh*t
huh, watch how she ride it, huh, watch how she ride that d*ck
huh, huh, watch how i pop it, yeah, watch how i pop my sh*t
huh, huh, watch how i pop it, huh, watch how i pop my sh*t
huh, watch how i freeze my wrist up, look, it’s icy (look, it’s icy)
huh, watch how i iced my b*tch up, now she rockin’
yеah, i go all the way up, i’m no rocket
yeah, thеy do all this sh*t, drop then i sauce it
nah, she said she want breadfish, i gave her sausage
yeah, they say they want swag, i cheffed it up and bought this
[chorus]
goyard box full with dead presidents
i’m way too high, i can’t hear what you’re sayin’
yeah, the whip all red, huh, b*tch, i’m sippin’ red
huh, glock with a switch go sped
huh, the fn flew tips, know it all red
shots up, n**ga, like gunplay
burberry stick to a runway
huh, i do a lot on my own way
i don’t even care what they gon’ say
nah, i don’t even care what they gon’ say about it
huh, she don’t use no hands, she goin’ face about it

[verse 2]
huh, i don’t pack no blunt, i go face ’bout it
i’m not green, i don’t trust no sh*t from face value
what you mean? all my n**gas members, we all ’bout it (we all ’bout it)
what you mean? i ain’t with no b*tches that ain’t ’bout it
what you mean? when i’m sippin’, it ain’t clean
huh, what i’m poppin’, this the sh*t, y’know what i mean
i’m breakin’ her back, yeah, when i’m f*ckin’ this b*tch, i’m breakin’ her spleen
i don’t got a stylist, nah, i don’t got a stylist, what you mean?
most of my clothes italian, yeah, i’m super stylish, b*tch, i’m clean
yeah, just check my face, b*tch, i’m fresh, the cover of magazine
i think i’m done with press, i think i’m done with press, ain’t tryna be seen
i’m on the way to the bank, i’m tryna cash a check and i don’t need a reciept
[chorus]
goyard box full with dead presidents
i’m way too high, i can’t hear what you’re sayin’
yeah, the whip all red, huh, b*tch, i’m sippin’ red
huh, glock with a switch go sped
huh, the fn flew tips, know it all red
shots up, n**ga, like gunplay
burberry stick to a runway
huh, i do a lot on my own way
i don’t even care what they gon’ say
nah, i don’t even care what they gon’ say about it
huh, she don’t use no hands, she goin’ face about it

- destroy lonely lyrics

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