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lirik lagu talk bout – destroy lonely

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[intro]
huh, top floor

[chorus]
my chain sw*ngin’
i got diamonds on my neck and my hands, baby
i might hit a little jig but i don’t dance, baby
i get money and i stuff it in my pants, baby (yeah)
and we all rockin’, all black
all my hoes keep on, comin’ back
i touch down in yo’ city, runnin’ back
blow one hundred thousand then i make it right back

[verse 1]
huh, make it right back, i’ma run it back
i just blew a couple thousand on marni slides and kap’
all this sh*t i’m poppin’ real astoundin’, minus the kap
every time i pop out, it’s going down, you know where i’m at
money, yeah, i’m into that
fashion, yeah, i’m into that
hoes, who ass fat, yeah you know i’m into that
pourin’ up the purple codeine, yeah, i’m into that
lil’ freaky b*tches gettin’ on they knees, yeah, i’m into that
all my jeans, yeah, they j*panese, yeah, i’m into that
talkin’ ’bout the cash, yeah, b*tch, you know i’m really spendin’ that
talkin’ ’bout the swag, lil’ b*tch, you know i really been in that
talkin’ ’bout a bag, lil’ b*tch, you know i really been in that
talkin’ ’bout my bag, lil’ b*tch, you know i’m hoppin’ right in that
talkin’ ’bout the brand new whip, you know i pull up, swervin’ that
i’m really livin’ this sh*t, lil’ b*tch, this not the internet
talkin’ ’bout the sh*t that i did, yeah, i really went through that
talkin’ ’bout where that n*gga live, yeah, you know we spinnin’ that
pourin’ drank right out the lid, baby, i’m not spillin’ that
all the time, that i come through stuntin’
keep my fye on me, ain’t goin’ for nothin’
b*tch, i’m outside and i’m clutchin’
if they outside, then we bussin’
think you got it? no, that sh*t ain’t nothin’
chestnut, my cologne, she tryna f*ck me
[chorus]
my chain sw*ngin’
i got diamonds on my neck and my hands, baby
i might hit a little jig but i don’t dance, baby
i get money and i stuff it in my pants, baby (yeah)
and we all rockin’, all black
all my hoes keep on, comin’ back
i touch down in yo’ city, runnin’ back
blow one hundred thousand then i make it right back (huh)

[verse 2]
blow five hunnid thousand, then i make it right back
put it down and she wildin’, bet she call me right back
when she eat it, she smilin’, man, i think i like that
i got colorful diamonds, baby, check my ice pack
i do different designers, n*gga, check out my swag
i got different narcotics, sittin’ right in my bag
i give out different numbers to different hoes that i kiss
ain’t no n*gga like lonely, lil’ baby, i am not prey
you can’t see through me, n*gga, because i am not mesh
but i see through these n*ggas, and i think they ain’t like that
i shine brighter than the headlights on a new ‘vette
i don’t like commercial flights, baby, private my jet
n*gga, water my chain, lil’ shawty almost died, i got stuck in her neck
we always stay high, baby, this the opium set
finna blow a few more thousand and you already know what’s next
[chorus]
my chain sw*ngin’
i got diamonds on my neck and my hands, baby
i might hit a little jig but i don’t dance, baby
i get money and i stuff it in my pants, baby (yeah)
and we all rockin’ all black
all my hoes keep on comin’ back
i touch down in yo’ city, runnin’ back
blow one hundred thousand then i make it right back (huh)

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