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new money / prada u - destroy lonely lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(and i made some new money but i thought of you)
yeah, yeah, yeah (we got comfortable)
yeah, yeah, yeah (impossible)
i put this sh*t on, yeah, i’m proud of you
i’m in this b*tch with clayco

[chorus]
ain’t no stopping me, impossible
all these n*ggas copy drip and follow suit
funny b*tches talkin’ sh*t, it’s inaudible
f*ck a redhead b*tch and call her kim possible
n*gga, h*ll yeah, this margiela sh*t so comfortable
heard the “yeah, yeah, yeah,” now she getting comfortable
and we smoking palm trees, d*mn, this sh*t so tropical
baby, come with me on this mission like poptropica
and yes, i’m lonely, baby, dodgin’ these obstacles
i wonder why my heart so cold and meltin’ like popsicles
all these people cap and sayin’ they proud of you
i just put this sh*t on and tell myself, “i’m proud of you”
all these b*tches flocking, guess that’s what prada do
and when you’re touchin’ money, gotta keep glocks on you
i’m touching money like a wishing well, baby
and i made some new money but i thought of you

[verse]
yeah, i saw some blue hundreds and i thought of you
and i made some new money, spent it all on you
i don’t think i can keep running, need some new shoes
i just need some new money, not no bad news
when you walk in the house, all you smell is gas, n*gga
and we smoking strong, you know what we passing
i’m speaking right now, not the past tense
and i have it right now, not the past tense
i’m so high [?]
i’m having big bankrolls and [?]
i’m never tripping ’cause i know that i’ll make it back
have i been gone for too long? did i make it back? (oh yeah)
and we smoking pounds of the gas
if you play with this sh*t, get them snakes on your ass
it get real in the field and you don’t get it back
i’m a young rich n*gga still gettin’ sad
yeah, i bet i still get a bag
gonna take this b*tch and put some rick owens on her ass
and i just got the key going not so fast
and my n*ggas deebo*in’ red rags
but some n*ggas go deep in ’bout the racks
and i’m in this b*tch going full speed
gotta keep control so i don’t crash
i can’t lose my soul for some f*ckin’ cash

[chorus]
ain’t no stopping me, impossible
all these n*ggas copy drip and follow suit
funny b*tches talkin’ sh*t, it’s inaudible
f*ck a redhead b*tch and call her kim possible
n*gga, h*ll yeah, this margiela sh*t so comfortable
heard the “yeah, yeah, yeah,” now she getting comfortable
and we smoking palm trees, d*mn, this sh*t so tropical
baby, come with me on this mission like poptropica
and yes, i’m lonely, baby, dodgin’ these obstacles
i wonder why my heart so cold and meltin’ like popsicles
all these people cap and sayin’ they proud of you
i just put this sh*t on and tell myself, “i’m proud of you”
all these b*tches flocking, guess that’s what prada do
and when you’re touchin’ money, gotta keep glocks on you
i’m touching money like a wishing well, baby
and i made some new money but i thought of you

[outro]
when i seen them blue hundreds, yeah, i thought of you
yeah, yeah, yeah

- destroy lonely lyrics

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