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lirik lagu oxy* – destroy lonely

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oxy* lyrics
[chorus]
yeah, my boy keep a glock and a k with him
i took that ho’ outside, and told ’em, don’t play with me
n*ggas wanna hang with the gang, but i cannot hang with ’em
no, i don’t f*ck with these boys, i swear that i hate b*tches
i can’t f*ck with no fake n*ggas, no, i can’t f*ck with no fake n*ggas
i can’t f*ck with no fake b*tches, no, i can’t f*ck with no fake b*tches
rick owens, my jeans, rick owens, my kicks lil’ b*tch, i get too fly
i’m gettin’ way, way geeked with my b*tch, yeah, we get like too high

[verse]
yeah, i put that ho’ on the x, now she piped up, she gettin’ [?]
i put that ho’ on the oxy, and codeine, now that ho’ geeked out
yeah, i’m on some oxy and muhf*ckin’ codeine, lil’ b*tch, i’m geeked out
yeah, balenciaga, boots on me, these n*ggas get stomped out
hol’ on, hol’ on, yeah, i’m doin’ tricks in this b*tch
no, i don’t skate, i’m on my muhf*ckin’ grind, and i’m doin’ tricks in this b*tch
no, i don’t skate, but if that lil’ ho’ fine enough, i’ma trick to that b*tch
yeah, i took her out on a date, i took her straight to my room, and i hopped in that b*tch
diamonds all on my neck and wrist
i’m shining, ’cause i’m a vampire, you can get bit, lil’ b*tch
i ball like a muhf*ckin’ umpire, i put lean on the pitch
n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me, and n*ggas can’t touch my b*tch

[chorus]
yeah, my boy keep a glock and a k with him
i took that ho’ outside, and told ’em, don’t play with me
n*ggas wanna hang with the gang, but i cannot hang with ’em
no, i don’t f*ck with these boys, i swear that i hate b*tches
i can’t f*ck with no fake n*ggas, no, i can’t f*ck with no fake n*ggas
i can’t f*ck with no fake b*tches, no, i can’t f*ck with no fake b*tches
rick owens, my jeans, rick owens, my kicks, lil’ b*tch, i get too fly
i’m gettin’ way, way geeked with my b*tch, yeah, we get like too high
[verse 2]
yeah
and i keep some muhf*ckin’ cash on me
every time that i move, gotta keep my bag on me
if i hit that lil’ b*tch, she gon’ try to brag on it
if i hit that lil’ ho’, she gon’ try to nag on me
we in the lamb’ chop truck, the insides, red meat
f*ckin’ this bad ass b*tch, her insides, red, pink
yeah, all of these k*pop hoes, i’m goin’ blackpink
yeah, can’t let the main ho’ go, for that lil’ lame team
yeah, i let the lame ho’ go, then hopped on that cash team
yeah, i changed my focus up, then hopped in my bag, man
yeah, i’m some all black sh*t, you would think i was batman
yeah, i’m on the phone, my plug, told that boy, “send the whole thing”

[chorus]
yeah, my boy keep a glock and a k on him
i took that ho’ outside, and told ’em, don’t play with me
n*ggas wanna hang with the gang, but no, i can’t hang with ’em
no, i don’t f*ck with these boys, i swear that i hate b*tches
i can’t f*ck with no fake n*ggas, no, i can’t f*ck with no fake n*ggas
i can’t f*ck with no fake b*tches, no, i can’t f*ck with no fake b*tches
rick owens, my jeans, rick owens, my kicks, lil’ b*tch, i get too fly
i’m gettin’ way, way geeked with my b*tch, yeah, we get like too high

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