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tighten up - destroy lonely & ken carson lyrics

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[intro: destroy lonely]
woo*woo

[chorus: destroy lonely]
150 the dash, i’m speedin’
okay, this b*tch bad but she need me
imma f*ck up a bag for no reason
imma make it right back, it’s too easy
it’s 100 in cash, excuse me
got a fine ho actin’ sleazy
got a mop mouth, she a cleaner
check out my house, mtv
got a drop on the opp, don’t speak
pour the syrup in the drank, go sleep
let the foreign sit low and creep
got your ho getting low on her knees
baby money

[verse 1: destroy lonely]
poppin’ sh*t is my job, i been outside with the gang
please don’t play with the mob
you try, we sn*tching your chain
this a young rich vibe, i been countin’ all day
you ain’t tryna talk about money
got a lot of just mine on the way
[refrain: quavo]
this sh*t on the way
this sh*t on the way
this sh*t on the way
this sh*t on the way

[verse 2: quavo]
drop a bag on some ice, got ‘еm freezing
srt strikin’, the demon
bug on the glock got it twеakin’
we ’bout to bring out the heathens
rick owens jackets, i’m serving crack
stick with attachments, it’s loaded to the max
real facts, your b*tch ain’t comin’ back
we in the dark, all black

[bridge: quavo]
tighten up, tighten up, tighten up, tighten up, tighten up, tighten up
tighten up, tighten up, tighten up, tighten up, tighten up, tighten up
tighten up, tighten up, tighten up, tighten up, tighten up, tighten up
tighten up, tighten up, tighten up

[verse 3: ken carson]
she want to go shoppin’, i want her noggin
i f*ck fine sh*t, all my hoes bad and exotic
pour up lines, yeah, b*tch, this ain’t no red, this some wock’
pints in my fridge, sticks in the couch at my spot
b*tch, i’m havin’ way more drugs than one stop
pull up on me, i got what you need, it’s a one stop shop
she wanna show her titties off, that’s why her top cropped
i wanna show these millions off, that’s why i got these diamonds
i ain’t hatin’, i’m just being honest
i ain’t hatin’, i’m just puttin’ you down
n*ggas hatin’ cause i’m f*cking they ho
shouldn’t have brought that b*tch around
she been serving c*nt, i been serving the whole town
caught that boy on p*ssy, ran off with a whole pound
[refrain: quavo]
this sh*t on the way
this sh*t on the way

[chorus: destroy lonely]
150 the dash, i’m speedin’
okay, this b*tch bad but she need me
imma f*ck up a bag for no reason
imma make it right back, it’s too easy
it’s 100 in cash, excuse me
got a fine ho actin’ sleazy
got a mop mouth, she a cleaner
check out my house, mtv
got a drop on the opp, don’t speak
pour the syrup in the drank, go sleep
let the foreign sit low and creep
got your ho getting low on her knees
baby money

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