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​​hldmyhnd.wav (og) - destroy lonely lyrics

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[intro]
yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh)
yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh)
yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh)

[chorus]
i’m the blond hair don, lil’ b*tch, i ain’t playin’
yeah, i’m the boss, what the f*ck is they sayin’?
n*gga wanna play, leave him right where he standin’
and this b*tch so bad, let her hold my hand
i can’t walk in the mall ’cause they know who i am
i don’t even like saks, but i need some pants
b*tch, i got racks, what the f*ck is you sayin’?
and this b*tch call me dad, but i’m not her parent

[verse]
yeah, i speak all facts, man, i’m so transparent
man, i’m so transparent
b*tches so transparent
n*ggas so transparent, they see*through
i got these f*ck n*ggas scared to make moves
i make real deal plays, not youtubе
her ass real deal fakе, her b00bs too
if you get real deal racks, they hate you
yeah, and i make the music they move to
but my boy on my side might shoot you
i don’t try to get fly, it’s usual
i don’t try to get high, it’s usual
keep it right on my side, won’t lose you
when i look right in your eyes, it’s truthful
d*mn, i really like drugs, they useful
i get high as the motherf*ckin’ moon, ooh
yeah, let’s take a trip, man
yeah, let’s go to paris, france
said they ready for me, they ain’t ready yet
got the world in my hands and i’m grippin’ it
i buy so many clothes and don’t take pictures (don’t take pictures, yeah)
i’m so stuck in my ways, don’t see a difference (don’t see a difference, yeah)
it’s too easy, i’m f*ckin’ these n*ggas’ b*tches
i feel like weezy, it’s codeine that i’m sippin’
i don’t see no competition, i see a difference
i don’t do no politickin’, don’t talk to n*ggas
i don’t do no pocket watchin’, i’m livin’ different
i don’t trust no f*ckin’ thotty, but love my b*tches
[chorus]
i’m the blond hair don, lil’ b*tch, i ain’t playin’
yeah, i’m the boss, what the f*ck is they sayin’?
n*gga wanna play, leave him right where he standin’
and this b*tch so bad, let her hold my hand
i can’t walk in the mall ’cause they know who i am
i don’t even like saks, but i need some pants
b*tch, i got racks, what the f*ck is you sayin’?
and this b*tch call me dad, but i’m not her parent

[outro]
(clayco on the beat)

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