Testo Lonely - King BillionHeir

Testo della canzone Lonely (King BillionHeir), tratta dall'album On $chedule

I lost a couple my homies...
I lost a couple my homies, now I just trap by my lonely
A lot of these ns be phony, So Ima break bread with my cronies
Now I just trap by my lonely (High)
Now I just trap by my lonely
I lost a couple my homies, now I just trap by my lonely
A lot of these ns be phony, So Ima break bread with my cronies
Now I just trap by my lonely, I walk in that trap by my lonely
Now I just trap by my lonely
I walk in that trap by my lonely
I walk in that trap like it's on me
I got what you need baby call me
If that money is dirty do laundry
I need me a tank for this army
Or whoever that think they could harm me
Ima boss so I do this shit calmly
Choppa wake yo ass up like its some coffee
In my bag I'm back in my Birkin
Poppin tags you would think I was working
This the blueprint I do it with purpose
On the rise now these ns look nervous
Yea they nervous
I'm just swerving
Bitches calling, Kyrie Curve Em
Then I swerve em
Feigns I'm serving
I'm just pitching na, out here getting figures
I'ma different n
N fuck you and who came witcha
Lou kane kicking, 40 drop a n new stain na
Hit the reset button, new game na
We here now, rogaine na
Smoking gas, propane na
They so lame na
Choppa make a na dance, soul train na
I lost a couple my homies, now I just trap by my lonely
A lot of these ns be phony, So Ima break bread with my cronies
Now I just trap by my lonely, I walk in that trap by my lonely
Now I just trap by my lonely
I walk in that trap by my lonely
Shit I walk in that trap feel like Tony
Coulda went to the league how I'm balling
Hold that thought Ms. this money is calling
Mr. BillionHeir very important
Them late nights, and them early ass mornings
I was here I was trappin, recording
When you winning it make haters nauseous
Man a lot of these niggas be telling
Swear a lot of them haters be jealous
Damn as soon as you help they forget it
But we blessed either way can't regret it
Said you proud of me bitch who you kidding
I remember you slept on my pimpin
Yea I noticed that energy different
These hoes in my mentions
They names I won't mention
They just want attention and for me to dick em
I told you I'd blow up, I told you I'd make it
But you wouldn't listen
Went on a hiatus to stack me some paper
I'm back in the kitchen
Salute to my ns, Salute to the gang that believe in the vision
Now back to this business
I lost a couple my homies, now I just trap by my lonely
A lot of these ns be phony, So Ima break bread with my cronies
Now I just trap by my lonely, I walk in that trap by my lonely
Now I just trap by my lonely



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Writer(s): Diondre Martin
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