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put that sht on - destroy lonely lyrics

[intro]
(clayco on the beat)

[chorus]
yeah
yeah, i wake up and roll me blunt up, b*tch, i wake up and go put that sh*t on
i wake up, lil’ b*tch, and i count them racks, i’m too high, baby, i’m too gone
these n*ggas think they ’bout that sh*t, but these n*ggas got it too wrong
yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
woah, put that bad ass b*tch in the vetements, she got that sh*t on
woah, 2500 for the double b coat, got that sh*t on

[verse]
yeah, what i smoke on
yeah, it’s good strong, n*gga, what i smoke on
got ice on my neck like a snow cone
n*gga tapped in with the plug, get the birds gone
top floor boss, camе a long way from lil’ lone
b*tch, i’m way up top, i could p*ss on your big homie
bad ass b*tch, and she camе with some tits on her
got a real deal shooter, and he could put stick on ’em
yeah, my boy to left keep that gl!ck on him
and i always keep playin’ sh*t, with this rick on me
i always do tricks, with the swag, b*tch, i’m sick on it
all types of b*tches, tryna come thru and get on me
b*tch, i’m rockin’ these [?] like [?]
got a freak b*tch, yeah, she in love with my d*ck
like a video game, we got suped up sticks
d*mn, i’m too geeked up, off the percs, feelin’ sick
and i’m too f*cked up when i’m driving this whip, bruh
and i’m swerving this sh*t
[chorus]
yeah, i wake up and roll me blunt up, b*tch, i wake up and go put that sh*t on
i wake up, lil’ b*tch, and i count them racks, i’m too high, baby, i’m too gone
these n*ggas think they ’bout that sh*t, but these n*ggas got it too wrong
yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong
yeah, you dead wrong, shoot him in the face, you dead wrong

[verse]
d*mn, i done f*cked on his main b*tch now that lil’ ho head gone
she speak a whole ‘nother language, but know how to say “lonely”
these n*ggas still on that lame sh*t, and i don’t got no time for fake homies
these n*ggas still on that bullsh*t, i done switched off that, got on some fresh sh*t
these n*ggas still on that first swag, but i switch it up, got on that next sh*t
these n*ggas stuck on my old ho, i done swiped a new b*tch off my checklist
put givenchy all over my logo, ’cause i’m too g’d out, please don’t touch this
my boys too b’d out, and watch you bleed out
your b*tch can’t breathe right now, ’cause i’m all up in her mouth
yeah, she clean my house
yeah, she clean my house
b*tch, get slapped if you talk
yeah, b*tch got a real mop mouth
yeah, i got baguettes in my cross, b*tch, and it’s upside down
tell that boy, please don’t try this sh*t, ’cause we gon’ cross them out

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