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cadillac - destroy lonely lyrics

[chorus]
two hundred around my neck, i got the cadillac’s on my chest (chest)
i got diamonds under the bed, she rockin’ my chain, she givin’ me head (head)
, if i hide, i’d probably be dead (dead)
i got a vibe, she way too fine, she mine, she way way over ten (ten)
i don’t sip while i pour some pints, this drank keep comin’ in
i ain’t worried about her, she fine enough, i paid for all of her rent (rent)
i ain’t worried about her, i told my n*ggas like, “guys, i got this sh*t”

[verse]
turned down thе trap, i was lost
turned down the trap and i turned to a boss (boss)
and hеr p*ssy is [?], i think i might carry this b*tch, no toss (toss)
ice froze up my shelf, i still ge coffin (coffin)
k!ll the sh*t in my lungs, i’m pourin’ up wock’, can’t go in no coffin (coffin)
pop a pill and she goin’ dumb, she poppin’ that p*ssy, she makin’ it, woah (woah)
i can feel that sh*t in my guts, i’m off a g6 and i can’t even talk (ugh, talk)
lately, i’ve been on one, but right now, i’m off one (off)
tried to make her my homegirl, but she got me on a poster (ah)
i’ve been livin’ a rockstar life and poppin’ my sh*t like i’m ‘posed to (‘posed to)
i put in the sport mode ride, and put the maybach off the shoulder (skrt, skrt)
i got dirty money that need to be washed, just spillin’ it on my shoulders (ah)
baby money don’t catch more opp, don’t care ’bout these n*ggas, don’t know them (woah)
be countin’ up guap, go blow this face, go throw some (baby)
baby money just popped him a thot then threw her away, don’t know her (uh)
baby money a stand*up guy, let the p*ssy n*gga sit down (sit down)
baby money been puttin’ on his whole d*mn team right now (out)
[chorus]
baby money
two hundred around my neck, i got the cadillac’s on my chest (chest)
i got diamonds under the bed, she rockin’ my chain, she givin’ me head (head)
stand on everything i said, if i hide, i’d probably be dead (dead)

i don’t sip while i pour some pints, this drank keep comin’ in
i ain’t worried about her, she fine enough, i paid for all of her rent (rent)
i ain’t worried about her, i told my n*ggas like, “guys, i got this sh*t”

- destroy lonely lyrics

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