Testo fly sht - Destroy Lonely
Testo della canzone fly sht (Destroy Lonely), tratta dall'album If Looks Could Kill
Yeah, all my bitches pop fly shit
My whole damn gang on fly shit
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these niggas my sons, but I ain't got no kids
And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me
It is what it is
Talkin' 'bout fly shit, that's all I'm kickin'
I get money, I'm about them digits
Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission
Take a white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin'
Got bad bitches showin' they titties
I take a flight every other day in a brand-new city, I'm goin' missin'
Fucked her once, now I think I miss her
Talkin' about money, nigga, I go get it
Designer clothes, baby, I stay fitted
I stay strapped, nigga, loading my pistol
All the drugs been fuckin' up my system
All these niggas some losers, baby, I'm a winner
I'm a young nigga, I been boolin', fuckin' all these niggas sisters
Really been tired of these niggas, if I see another opp, I'ma tell my slime, "Go get 'em"
All my diamonds they stuck on froze, and shawty tryna come suck my popsicle
Okay, you cool, but I'm sicker, I stay sippin' drank 'cause them Percs' make me sicker
I put a red dot all on his head, no sticker, and we gon' run down, it's a stick up
All my bitches pop fly shit
My whole damn gang on fly shit
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these niggas my sons, but I ain't got no kids
And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me
It is what it is
Talkin' 'bout fly shit, that's all I'm kickin'
I get money, I'm about them digits
Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission
Take a white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin'
Got bad bitches showin' they titties
I take a flight every other day in a brand-new city, I'm goin' missin'
Fucked her once, now I think I miss her
Talkin' about money, nigga, I go get it
Cut the fake niggas out my pictures
Bought my new bitch Balencis
It's not Christmas, anything she want, she can get it
'Cause I get paid, lil' nigga, no I'm not trickin'
And my brand-new Glock hold a 50
All these bitches in my way, I'm finna hit 'em
And I keep a whole PT with me, yeah, I stay pourin' up drank, I'm a real deal sipper
Shawty kissin' all on my face, she said she ain't ate all day, now she pullin' my zipper
I got some blue hundreds all on my me, in my safe, lil' shawty, but I'm not crippin'
All these niggas keep on playin' games, I'm deadass serious and that's the difference
Shawty said she don't wanna miss me, I tell her to take a picture and save that image
All they do is hate, I don't listen, I look in the mirror, I'm still that nigga, huh
I'm still gettin' rich, and all my clothes cost way more than that nigga
Yeah, I'm talkin' about that whole nigga (yeah)
My clothes cost a whole bitch (yeah)
You walk in my closet, you see new designer and a whole bunch of old shit
Yeah, if you walk in my spots, see a whole bunch of Glocks and whole bunch of old sticks (yeah)
These niggas tryna act like they knew me back then, but these niggas don't know me (yeah)
And I keep a micro stick up under my arm of my coat, man
All my bitches pop fly shit
My whole damn gang on fly shit
Show her how to pop it, that's all I did
All these niggas my sons, but I ain't got no kids
And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me
It is what it is
Talkin' 'bout fly shit, that's all I'm kickin'
I get money, I'm about them digits
Goin' James Bond, completin' this mission
Take a white double cup and I kiss it
I go blonde hair, Mary Kate, I'm drippin'
Got bad bitches showin' they titties
I take a flight every other day in a brand-new city, I'm goin' missin'
Fucked her once, now I think I miss her
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Writer(s): Carter Bryson, Corey Kerr, Bobby Sandimanie Iii, Arman Andican, Thomas William Ross
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