Destroy Lonely - hldmyhnd.wav
[Intro]
Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
[Chorus]
I'm the blond hair don, lil' bitch, I ain't playin'
Yeah, I'm the boss, what the fuck is they sayin'?
Nigga wanna play, leave him right where he standin'
And this bitch 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
Bitch, I got racks, what the fuck is you sayin'?
And this bitch 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
Bitches so transparent
Niggas so transparent, they see-through
I got these fuck niggas scared to make moves
I make real deal plays, not YouTube
Her ass real deal fake, her boobs 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
Damn, I really like drugs, they useful
I get high as the motherfuckin' 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 fuckin' these niggas' bitches
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 niggas
I don't do no pocket watchin', I'm livin' different
I don't trust no fuckin' thotty, but love my bitches
[Chorus]
I'm the blond hair don, lil' bitch, I ain't playin'
Yeah, I'm the boss, what the fuck is they sayin'?
Nigga wanna play, leave him right where he standin'
And this bitch 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
Bitch, I got racks, what the fuck is you sayin'?
And this bitch call me dad, but I'm not her parent
[Outro]
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
[Chorus]
I'm the blond hair don, lil' bitch, I ain't playin'
Yeah, I'm the boss, what the fuck is they sayin'?
Nigga wanna play, leave him right where he standin'
And this bitch 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
Bitch, I got racks, what the fuck is you sayin'?
And this bitch 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
Bitches so transparent
Niggas so transparent, they see-through
I got these fuck niggas scared to make moves
I make real deal plays, not YouTube
Her ass real deal fake, her boobs 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
Damn, I really like drugs, they useful
I get high as the motherfuckin' 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 fuckin' these niggas' bitches
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 niggas
I don't do no pocket watchin', I'm livin' different
I don't trust no fuckin' thotty, but love my bitches
[Chorus]
I'm the blond hair don, lil' bitch, I ain't playin'
Yeah, I'm the boss, what the fuck is they sayin'?
Nigga wanna play, leave him right where he standin'
And this bitch 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
Bitch, I got racks, what the fuck is you sayin'?
And this bitch call me dad, but I'm not her parent
[Outro]
(Clayco on the beat)
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