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fuk a h8ter - destroy lonely lyrics

[intro]
uh, what the f*ck

[chorus]
yeah, top floor, elevator
back door, black truck, movin’ like the president
don’t try this sh*t, bet we shoot it up like a director, b*tch
yeah, deposits, n*gga, yeah, you know they comin’ in direct, lil’ b*tch
i got a old school b*tch, and yes, i came to break her record player
my boy, he got a fully auto stick, can’t wait to equip the laser
my lil’ b*tch, she keep suckin’ on my d*ck, just like a now or later
i ain’t even got no time for her, not even now or later
[verse 1]
no stylist sh*t, i’m in my bas*m*nt, cookin’ up
grandma tell me, “turn that sh*t down”
i’m like, “grandma, what thе f*ck?”
i’m not playin’, n*gga, true story, i can’t make this up
you be playin’ n*gga, d*mn, that’s crazy, you don’t gеt no bucks
yes, i told you once, i’m on some new sh*t, and this sh*t digitized
i been workin’ for a long time, and now i’m sick and tired
i been smokin’ too much dope, i think i’m sick of gettin’ fried
f*ck i’m sayin’? n*gga, roll it up, you know we gettin’ high
don’t know what i’m sayin’, call up all these b*tches, tell ’em “come inside”
i’m not playin’, yes, i’m gettin’ money, ’till the day i die
uh, yeah, b*tch, i’m countin’ hundreds, ’till the day i die
yes, yes, i’m spending money, ’till the day i die
(let’s go)

[chorus]
yeah, top floor, elevator
back door, black truck, movin’ like the president
don’t try this sh*t, bet we shoot it up like a director, b*tch
yeah, deposits, n*gga, yeah, you know they comin’ in direct, lil’ b*tch
i got a old school b*tch, and yes, i came to break her record player
my boy, he got a fully auto stick, can’t wait to equip the laser
my lil’ b*tch, she keep suckin’ on my d*ck, just like a now or later
i ain’t even got no time for her, not even now or later
[verse 2]
yeah, with these shades on, i can’t see a hater
and i got a angel b*tch, she got a halo
yeah, and i got a spanish b*tch, i call her j*lo
yeah, this money just like magnets, b*tch, i cannot say no
yeah, this sh*t like drugs, b*tch, i gotta have it
yeah, your love like drugs, b*tch, i gotta have it
man, this b*tch all on me, just like magic
i’ma tell her, “pull up on me”, and sent the addy
got this fly b*tch, and i buy her clothes, she into fashion
got this one b*tch, i ain’t ever comfort, we just smashin’
got this euro b*tch, and she tell me that my music smashin’
i’m goin’ dr. evil, billion dollars, b*tch, i gotta have it

[outro]
top floor boss

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