cheap day* - destroy lonely lyrics
lyrics from snippet
[intro]
yeah, uh
baby money
yeah, uh
yeah, uh
yeah, uh
[verse]
she tryna meet my wrist
she tryna suck my d*ck
i went to sleep dead broke and i woke up too rich
i ain’t never ever have to front
i had a black truck sitting out front
my main b*tch got a big b*tt
need a big ass vault for my guns
i’m in the air, flew a n*gga magic city
i wasn’t there and she showin’ me her titties
all my money stackin’ taller than a midget
i’m smokin’ kale, n*gga smokin’ midgets
on some real, i’ve been counting digits
on the low, i’ve been selling b*tches
i’m at the top floor, hoe mad she can’t take her picturеs
i might f*ck the hoe, i’m with all my n*ggas
yeah, i’m at thе top so she tryna vacate
i’ma put him in his place, make me fly out to the a
really miss the hoe tryna swing my drip up
countin’ up the h, ridin’ with lil’ 8
i got racks on my face, she got racks on her face
i f*cked the b*tch, send the hoe outta’ sp*ce
i disappear, smokin’ dope out today, naw (yeah)
[bridge]
uh, i don’t mind it
yeah, uh, i’m wildin’ (yeah)
that’s the* that’s the point, you feel me? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
i got love for you, i got love
i got love for you, i got love
i got drugs for you, i got drugs
i got drugs for you, i got drugs
i’m ‘bout to lose my mind
yeah, the money sit side by side
it got love for you, i got…
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